i've been walking through your streets
where all your money's earning
with all your buildings crying and foolish neckties working
revolving fake lawnhouses housing all your fears
desensitized by t.v.
overbearing advertizing, god of consumer
and all your crooked pictures looking good
mirrorism
filtering information through the public eye
designed for profit sharing
your neighbor, what a guy
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boom
boom
boom
boom
every time you drop the bomb, you kill the god your child has born
boom
boom
boom
boom
modern globalization coupled with condemnations
unnecessary death
matador corporations puppeting at your frustration with a blinded flag
manufacturing consent is the name of the game
the bottom line is money, nobody gives a f---
4,000 hungry children leave us per hour from starvation
while billions are spent on bombs, creating death showers
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why must we kill our own kind?
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every time you drop the bomb
