Sunday Bombs (INDK)

Travel into another country and you'll find Americans aren't looked on so kind This country was founded upon common need Now the foundation is common greed And as the book gets filled Our neighbors around the world are killed And we're looked upon with hate As we make the world our police state Sunday Bombs We're up in arms Dinner's done Apple pie has won The idea that Americans are banned from other nations Seems to me a clear indication We're spoiled to death in this land Death is the deck and we're dealing out hands There's no need to bluff because everyone sees: We've got cards up our sleeves I wish I could say we had not gone astray From the term that was coined the American Way But now Freedom and Liberty are just a catch phrase To sell products endorsing our wars underway Sunday Bombs We're up in arms Dinner's done Apple pie has won The idea that America was founded on revolution Seems to me a clear delusion