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 TV Overbearing advertising God of consumers And all your crooked pictures looking good Mirrors filtering information through 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 Four thousand 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 Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Why must we kill our own kind? Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom Every time you drop the bomb You kill the god your child has born Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Every time you drop the bomb