Texty: System Of A Down. Boom!.

I've been walking through your streets,
Where all your money's earning,
Where all your building's crying
And clueless neckties working,
Revolving fake lawn houses,
Housing all your fears,
Desensitized by TV,
Overbearing advertising,
God of consumerism,
And all your crooked pictures
Looking good, mirrorism,
Filtering information,
For the public eye,
Designed for profiteering,
Your neighbor, what a guy.
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 your frustrations,
With the 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 the bomb
You kill the god your child has born
Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom
Why must we kill our own kind?
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