I'm walking through your streets

Where all your money's earning

Where all your buildings crying

And clueless neckties working

Revolving fake lawn houses

Housing all your fears

Desensitized by T.V.



Overbearing advertising

God of consumers

And all your crooked pictures looking good

Mirrors filtering information through the public eye

Designed for profit sharing

Your neighbor, what a guy



Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom,

Every time you drop a bomb

You kill the god your child has born

Boom, Boom, Boom,



Modern globalization

Coupled with condemnations

Unnecessary death

Matador corporations

Puppeting your frustrations with a blinded flag

Manufacturing consent is the name of the game

The bottom line is money nobody gives a fuck



4000 hungry children

Leave us per hour from starvation

While billions are spent on bombs

Creating death showers



Boom, Boom, Boom,

Every time you drop a bomb

You kill the god your child has born



Boom, Boom, Boom,

Every time you drop a bomb

You kill the god your child has born



Boom, Boom, Boom,

Every time you drop a bomb

You kill the god your child has born



Why must we kill our own child?



Boom, Boom, Boom,

Every time you drop a bomb

You kill the god your child has born



Boom, Boom, Boom,

Every time you drop a bomb

You kill the god your child has born



Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

Every time you drop the bomb