Bombs

All the trees have leafy palms Everyone on my TV's got hairy arms Your voice, it soothes, it really calms On TV we are dropping bombs We're dropping bombs On foreign people Bullets are flying Bouncin' off church steeples We're dropping bombs We're dropping bombs The president, he talks so long When I watch Congress, it's like watching ping pong From left to right; it's so sing-song We're acting like we are King Kong We're dropping bombs On foreign people Bullets are flying Bouncin' off church steeples We're dropping bombs We're dropping bombs Our boys' and girls' bodies are piling up like trash While the bullet, oil, and bomb-makers are raking in the cash They're at their cocktail parties acting really crass But if they ever sent their own kids, they'd shatter just like glass We're dropping bombs On foreign people Bullets are flying Bouncin' off church steeples We're dropping bombs We're dropping bombs The TV set, it placates me I just OD'ed on reality I got 500 channels, filling me with dread They etherize my body and send me off to bed We're dropping bombs On foreign people Bullets are flying Bouncin' off church steeples We're dropping bombs We're dropping bombs