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