I'm 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 Mirrorism filtering information for the public eye Designed for profit sharing Your neighbour, what a guy Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom Every time you drop a 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 4000 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 a bomb You kill the god your child has born Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom Why must we kill our own child? Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom Every time you drop a bomb You kill the god your child has born Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom Every time you drop the bomb.
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