Bring Your Own Bombs

Why do they always send the poor?
My God is of Bible blood with pointed ears
Victorious, victorious steel
Can your spending kneel?
Marching forward hypocritic
And hypnotic computers
You depend on our protection

Yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth
Everybody is going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sunshine

Kneeling roses
Disappearing into Moses' dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox
Stealing our intentions
Every city, gripped in oil
Crying freedom!

Handed to obsoletion
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth
Everybody is going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sunshine
Everybody is going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sunshine.

Blast off, it's party time
And we all live in a fascist nation
And where the fuck are you?

Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?

Kneeling roses
Disappearing into Moses' dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox
Stealing our intentions
Every city, gripped in oil
Crying freedom!
Handed to a obsoletion
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth

Everybody is going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sunshine
Everybody is going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sunshine.

Where the fuck are you?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?

They always send the poor!

Video directed by Jake Nava