Violence Is Golden

Pass another plate of shrapnel, sprinkle it with tnt;
Gotta have another grenade salad, split it with your enemy.
Gotta sell another uzi, maybe couple 44 mags,
Got a wife and a kid to support, and a payment on the jag.
Wont you try this personal bazooka, make you feel like a man,
Show the little girls whats what by the size of the thunder in your hands.
Take a pocketful of teflon bullets, maybe nother tommy gun,
Gotta keep stuff movin out the door, got a business to run.
Take it from me, son — you can have a lot of fun!
Pass another fleet of b-1 bombers, grab an m-16,
Buildin chevies was never the fun of buildin up the war machine.
Got a rocket in my pocket and its ready, do you think we can deal?
Got a year-end sale goin on, you can see the appeal;
cause Im sellin both sides of the fence, that be the name of the game,
I dont care about your silly little struggle, moneys colored all the same.
Take a handful of star wars missiles, maybe super laser gun,
Gotta keep stuff movin out the door, got a business to run.
Take it from me, son — we can have a lot of fun!