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