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