I've been walking through your streets 
 Where all your money's earning 
 Where all your building's crying 
 And clueless neckties working 
 Revolving fake lawn houses 
 Housing all your fears 
 Desensitized by TV 
 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 
 Killer corporations 
 Puppeting your frustrations 
 With the blinded flag 
 Manufacturing consent 
 Is the name of the game 
 The bottom line is money 
 Nobody gives a fuck 
 Forty 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