U.S. Bombs
"Bombs Not Food"

Jumped of the staircase

When the barkeep threw me out

I had to pack my suitcase

When they said to leave town

I looked up at the sign that said

Bombs are not allowed

I went and made my own sign too

Ya can't shove me around

Bombs not food

Baggage claim department's overloaded

Once again someone tried to hug me

For the soft spot in my back

And all the clubs are closing down

Undercover and underground

All the pimps they're in pink

Economy is down generation

Kennedy, the mother ship is on the way

The world is running

From the push of a button

Mass destruction of a world war weapon

The country is fat enough

Bombs not food