Bombs Not Food

Jumped of the staircase

When the barkeep threw me out

I had to pack my suitcase

When they said to leave townI looked up at the sign that said

Bombs are not allowed

I went and made my own sign too

Ya can't shove me aroundBombs not foodBaggage claim department's overloaded

Once again someone tried to hug me

For the soft spot in my back

And all the clubs are closing downUndercover and underground

All the pimps they're in pink

Economy is down generation

Kennedy, the mother ship is on the wayThe world is running

From the push of a button

Mass destruction of a world war weapon

The country is fat enoughBombs not food