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 TV
Overbearing advertising
God of consumers
And all your crooked pictures looking good
Mirrorism filtering information for the public eye
Designed for profit sharing
Your neighbour, what a guy
Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom
Every time you drop a 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 a bomb
You kill the god your child has born
Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom
Why must we kill our own child?
Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom
Every time you drop a bomb
You kill the god your child has born
Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom
Every time you drop the bomb.
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