I stand in lines waiting my turn
I never cause any trouble

I feel safe and sound and warm
Living in my plastic bubble

I pay that one extra buck
‘Cause I know it’s worth it

But sometimes I wish I didn’t give a fuck
‘Cause it’s not bloody worth it.

My money helps make the weapons we need
To fight those damn backward rebels

I watch the six o’ clock news to see them bleed
Blast them to hell to make sure they’re on the level
Give me beer and satellite television
And Monday Night Football
Give me homeland security decisions
And foreign policy loopholes

Shall we carry out a bombing campaign?
Shall we give them freedom of choice?
Shall we fuck up and then complain again?
Shall we slaughter 100,000 more boys?
Shall we impose our values with our guns?
Shall we make freedom compulsory and binding?
Shall we mishandle some government funds?
Shall we setup a committee to analyze our findings?

Give them war on Iraq, anthrax and napalm
Give them IMF, the World Bank and the UN
Give them whatever they need to stay calm
Let’s start putting this show on the road again
You know it’s a hit, you’ve seen the figures
We must be doing something right
No we never ever pull the trigger
But we make sure YOUR hand is tight
On the handle and ready to fire
One more bullet
And if you don’t we’ll just have someone else hired
So cool it!