System Of A Down
"Boom!"


Walking through your streets, where all your moneys are made.
Where all your buildings are crying.
Foolishment is working.
Evolving fake on houses, housing all your fears.
Sensitized by T.V.
Overbearing advertising,
God of conspiracy, with all your crooked pictures looking good.
Terror is building information for the public eye.
His eye to come forth.
Your next, more to come. 

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! 

Everytime you drop the bomb you kill the God your child has born. 

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! 

Modern globalization.
Crumpled with condemned nations, unnecessary death.
Mad at the corporations confronting your frustrations with a blinding flag.
Manufacturing concept is the name of the game.
The bottom line is money, nobody gives a fuck.
4,000 hungry children leave us with hours of starvation,
while millions are spent on bombs, creating death showers. 

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! 

Everytime you drop the bomb you kill the God your child has born. 

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! 

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! 

Why must we kill our own child. 

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! 

Everytime you drop the bomb you kill the God your child has born. 

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! 

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! 

Everytime you drop the bomb.