I've been 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 consumerism And all your crooked pictures looking good Mirrorism filtering information for the public eye Designed for profiteering Your neighbor, what a guy
Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom, Every time you drop the bomb You kill the god your child has born Boom, 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, Boom, Every time you drop the bomb You kill the god your child has born