We've built a lot of bombs
And they're all aimed at you
The USA decided

That you are evil too

Rising of the evening sun

Keeping enemies at bay
Scared by an image
It's the American way


Provided by the CIA
Weapons for a game they play

A distant cry of disarray
A sanctum we invade


Death before dishonour
And conflicts overseas
We'll use our flag of freedom

To bring you to your knees

The fear of mass destruction

Another arms race planned
Making money of the killings
Stick your head in the sand


Provided by the CIA
Weapons for a game they play

A distant cry of disarray
A sanctum we invade


Turning the heat up
In a new cold war


You can read it in the papers
You can see it on TV
You can almost taste the blood

Of another casualty

So let's all sit back

And watch it go to hell
It's just a story on the news
A product they sell