All the trees have leafy palmsnEveryone on my TV’s got hairy armsnYour voice, it soothes, it really calmsnOn TV we are dropping bombsnnWe’re dropping bombsnOn foreign peoplenBullets are flyingnBouncin’ off church steeplesnWe’re dropping bombsnWe’re dropping bombsnnThe president, he talks so longnWhen I watch Congress, it's like watching ping pongnFrom left to right; it’s so sing-songnWe’re acting like we are King KongnnWe’re dropping bombsnOn foreign peoplenBullets are flyingnBouncin’ off church steeplesnWe’re dropping bombsnWe’re dropping bombsnnOur boys’ and girls’ bodies are piling up like trashnWhile the bullet, oil, and bomb-makers are raking in the cashnThey’re at their cocktail parties acting really crassnBut if they ever sent their own kids, they’d shatter just like glassnnWe’re dropping bombsnOn foreign peoplenBullets are flyingnBouncin’ off church steeplesnWe’re dropping bombsnWe’re dropping bombsnnThe TV set, it placates menI just OD’ed on realitynI got 500 channels, filling me with dreadnThey etherize my body and send me off to bednnWe’re dropping bombsnOn foreign peoplenBullets are flyingnBouncin’ off church steeplesnWe’re dropping bombsnWe’re dropping bombs