Jumped of the staircase When the barkeep threw me out I had to pack my suitcase When they said to leave town I looked up at the sign that said Bombs are not allowed I went and made my own sign too Ya can't shove me around Bombs not food Baggage claim department's overloaded Once again someone tried to hug me For the soft spot in my back And all the clubs are closing down Undercover and underground All the pimps they're in pink Economy is down generation Kennedy, the mother ship is on the way The world is running From the push of a button Mass destruction of a world war weapon The country is fat enough Bombs not food