Hypersonic Missiles

Dutch kids huff balloons in the parking lot

The golden arches illuminate the business park

I eat myself to death, feed the corporate machine

I watch the movies, recite every line and scene

God bless America and all of its allies

I′m not the first to live with wool over my eyes

I am so blissfully unaware of everything

Kids in Gaza are bombed, and I'm just out of it

The tensions of the world are rising higher

We′re probably due another war with all this ire

I'm not smart enough to change a thing

I've no answers, only questions, don′t you ask a thing

Oh, silver tongue suits and cartoons, they rule my world

Singing, it′s a high time for hypersonic missiles

And when the bombs drop, darling

Can you say that you've lived your life?

Oh, this is a high time for hypersonic missiles

The cities lie like tumours all across the world

A cancer eating mankind, hitting it on blindside

They say I′m a nihilist, 'cause I can′t see

Any decent rhyme or reason for the life of you and me

But I believe in what I'm feeling

And I′m falling for you

This world is gonna end

But 'til then, I'll give you everything I have

I′ll give you everything I have

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

(C′mon)

Oh, silver tongue suits and cartoons, they rule my world

Singing, it's a high time for hypersonic missiles

When the bombs drop, darling

Can you say that you′ve lived your life?

Oh, this is a high time for hypersonic missiles

Then you'll do the same, only the names change, honey

You can join their club if you′re born into money

It's a high time for hypersonic missiles

And, oh, this is a high time for hypersonic missiles

And, oh, this is a high time for hypersonic missiles

Oh, this is a high time for hypersonic missiles