Beware the Blue Skies

Here comes death from the blue skies Nagasaki like the 4th of July Watch our missiles blow them sky high-- What a cost-efficient way to die! Robot-Eagle on a flat screen A 14-year old learning to fly Blow them up, that's the sound of freedom forming in their minds You're waking up, missing everybody, friends piled in a line You're going up, taking everybody down into the monsters of your mind Man, we're waiting for a damn good time You won it all, it's a bonanza Supreme Leader and new rebels to train We'll give them guns and an agenda One-way tickets on commercial planes You're looking good towards re-election You've got a multi-million-dollar campaign And you're moving up, up past everybody-- Hell, you can't complain You're going up, up past everybody on ladders built from pain You're going up, taking everybody down into the monsters of your mind We're waiting for a damn good time And hip-hooray here comes Norway, friend to one and all We don't sell guns, we just provide a little service, that's all We're the ambassadors of peace and kindness, merely warlords Dealing death and violence in a cabaret We're good friends with the U.S.A.