I hear the drums a-bangin’
See hate in people’s eyes
Just how long will it be
Before missiles cross the skies

They say they’re the good ones
Say God’s what they’re livin’ for
And maybe we should listen to them
Since God sure loved his wars

We’re gonna blast ‘em good
Gonna light up Eastern skies
We’re gonna put on cowboy hats
And watch the mushrooms rise

A million good and bad guys
Will all be dead and gone
While we salute the rag
And tell everyone we won