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 T.V.    Overbearing advertising  God of consumers  And all your crooked pictures looking good  Mirrors filtering information through the public eye  Designed for profit sharing  Your neighbor, what a guy    Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom,  Every time you drop a bomb  You kill the god your child has born  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,  Every time you drop a bomb  You kill the god your child has born    Boom, Boom, Boom,  Every time you drop a bomb  You kill the god your child has born    Boom, Boom, Boom,  Every time you drop a bomb  You kill the god your child has born    Why must we kill our own child?    Boom, Boom, Boom,  Every time you drop a bomb  You kill the god your child has born    Boom, Boom, Boom,  Every time you drop a bomb  You kill the god your child has born    Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom  Every time you drop the bomb