Bombs

All the trees have leafy palmsEveryone on my TV's got hairy armsYour voice, it soothes, it really calmsOn TV we are dropping bombsWe're dropping bombsOn foreign peopleBullets are flyingBouncin' off church steeplesWe're dropping bombsWe're dropping bombsThe president, he talks so longWhen I watch Congress, it's like watching ping pongFrom left to right; it's so sing-songWe're acting like we are King KongWe're dropping bombsOn foreign peopleBullets are flyingBouncin' off church steeplesWe're dropping bombsWe're dropping bombsOur boys' and girls' bodies are piling up like trashWhile the bullet, oil, and bomb-makers are raking in the cashThey're at their cocktail parties acting really crassBut if they ever sent their own kids, they'd shatter just like glassWe're dropping bombsOn foreign peopleBullets are flyingBouncin' off church steeplesWe're dropping bombsWe're dropping bombsThe TV set, it placates meI just OD'ed on realityI got 500 channels, filling me with dreadThey etherize my body and send me off to bedWe're dropping bombsOn foreign peopleBullets are flyingBouncin' off church steeplesWe're dropping bombsWe're dropping bombs