U.S. Bombs - Rockets lyrics

rate me

Look out from your TV

Magazines you read

It's a paranoia

Nice new house ya need

Taught in school with a broken rule

Teach ya bout the money pit

Recluse in wealthy pools

drowning me quick

Your fantasy's, your gonna sink

The rocket ship is on the brink

Dreaming about your hippie hit

Parader magazines

A waste in time, your killing mine

You call this a free country

Free to be a bum industry

Suburban greed

You want everything

Bourgeoisie is gonna rot

Stuffed inside a snob

Bored with the people here

A plastic bubble there