All the trees have leafy palms   Everyone on my TV’s got hairy arms   Your voice, it soothes, it really calms   On TV we are dropping bombs      We’re dropping bombs   On foreign people   Bullets are flying   Bouncin’ off church steeples   We’re dropping bombs   We’re dropping bombs      The president, he talks so long   When I watch Congress, it's like watching ping pong   From left to right; it’s so sing-song   We’re acting like we are King Kong      We’re dropping bombs   On foreign people   Bullets are flying   Bouncin’ off church steeples   We’re dropping bombs   We’re dropping bombs      Our boys’ and girls’ bodies are piling up like trash   While the bullet, oil, and bomb-makers are raking in the cash   They’re at their cocktail parties acting really crass   But if they ever sent their own kids, they’d shatter just like glass      We’re dropping bombs   On foreign people   Bullets are flying   Bouncin’ off church steeples   We’re dropping bombs   We’re dropping bombs      The TV set, it placates me   I just OD’ed on reality   I got 500 channels, filling me with dread   They etherize my body and send me off to bed      We’re dropping bombs   On foreign people   Bullets are flying   Bouncin’ off church steeples   We’re dropping bombs   We’re dropping bombs