Tekster: 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