We're running guns to a holy war
 For soldiers of the soul
 Where right and wrong come apart at the seams
 And fear is on patrol
 In the mad mad world
 Of a lost newsreel
 Little children sing
 A Blues For Buddha, Buddha
 The dollar is our king
 A Blues For Buddha, Buddha
 The dollar is our king
 We're making friends with a foreign power
 Through telescopic sights
 A quiet cocktail during happy hour
 For the exploitation rights
 In the mad mad world 
 Of a lost newsreel 
 Teach your kids to sing
 A Blues For Buddha, Buddha
 The dollar is our king
 A Blues For Buddha, Buddha
 The dollar is our king 
 The dollar is our king
 The dollar is our king