Bombs Up In My Face

Everybody's beautiful when they're young And I should know I've had more than my share of fun There's all this fascination With the impossibly thin With the surface of things Airbrush. Photoshop creation. And all that we are losing Aren't we just confusing Youth with beauty Truth with duty There's something on the telly about North Korea Some war broke up don't trust the media I'd like to get a suntan Some dude was shot in Pakistan The tracks got nod-age Move my bod-age Tracks got nod-age Tracks got nod-age [Chorus]: They got them bombs up in the planes They got them bombs up in the trains They got them bombs up in my face Don't want to talk about it (x2) I was walking through the city Pa*sed a phoneshop and a homeless man was lying there Looked almost dead and no one seemed to bother I ran into a rock and roll band Two or three of them maybe four This one punk just nineteen years old He gave me his persuasion He stared at me with his one black eye Looked down at me like I didn't have a life And he was right. Least not the kind of like he'd been parading Same s*x union (ooh) change the Constitution You can carry a gun but you better not fall in love with someone The President who f**ked the world for every future boy and girl Is golfing in Aruba with a suntan and scuba The tracks got nod-age Move my bod-age The tracks got nod-age Move my bod-age (x5) [Chorus] Now everybody dies or fades away Of permutation white and grey A synergy of light and dust And stem cells constant liaison You fell in love with the dream to f**k forever endlessly But you don't and that's okay The rest is better anyway Botox, bundles, CNN, infomericial, count to ten Change the channel, VCR, something on my radar The tracks got nod-age Move my bod-age The tracks got nod-age [Chorus](x2) They got them bombs up in the planes They got them bombs up in the trains Don't want to talk about it.