Here comes death from the blue skies
Nagasaki like the 4th of July
Watch our missiles blow them sky high–
What a cost-efficient way to die!

Robot-Eagle on a flat screen
A 14-year old learning to fly

Blow them up, that’s the sound of freedom forming in their minds
You’re waking up, missing everybody, friends piled in a line
You’re going up, taking everybody down into the monsters of your mind
Man, we’re waiting for a damn good time

You won it all, it’s a bonanza
Supreme Leader and new rebels to train
We’ll give them guns and an agenda
One-way tickets on commercial planes

You’re looking good towards re-election
You’ve got a multi-million-dollar campaign

And you’re moving up, up past everybody–
Hell, you can’t complain
You’re going up, up past everybody on ladders built from pain
You’re going up, taking everybody down into the monsters of your mind
We’re waiting for a damn good time

And hip-hooray here comes Norway, friend to one and all
We don’t sell guns, we just provide a little service, that’s all
We’re the ambassadors of peace and kindness, merely warlords
Dealing death and violence in a cabaret
We’re good friends with the U. S. A