For the public eye
Puppeting your frustrations
Manufacturing consent
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Where all your building's crying
With the blinded flag
Your neighbor, what a guy
Modern globalization
And clueless neckties working
God of consumerism
Every time you drop the bomb
Coupled with condemnations
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Matador corporations
You kill the God your child has born
Why must we kill kind
You kill the God, your child has born
Unnecessary death
Every time you drop the bomb
Overbearing advertising
Revolving fake lawn houses
Is the name of the game
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom
The bottom line is money
Housing all your fears
Filtering information
While billions spent on bombs, create death showers
Every time you drop the bomb
4000 hungry children die per hour, from starvation
You kill the God, your child has born
Designed for profiteering
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Desensitized by TV
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Looking good, mirrorism
And all your crooked pictures
Nobody gives a fuck
