He says he use to have friends
But now they don’t come around
Says he use to get out
But now won’t leave the house
The phone use to ring
Says now he’s pretty sure it’s broke
Sometime it’s hard to breathe
Thinks his heart’s filled with smoke
The pictures on the tube
They look good enough for life for him
Channels full of friends; a little satellite family
Let’s see lets see, tonight’s hype
Breath takingly beautiful people and a co-star wife
And if you stop by, you know he’ll probably be home
But if you don’t well that’s all right, he’ll just sit by the phone
Just him and his knife
Chorus
To hell with lobby let’s lob bombs
(Come on; come on let’s get this war on)
Tired of talking, lets breakout the arms
(Come on; come on let’s get this war on)
To hell with lobby let’s lob bombs
The time for talking’s gone
Come on, come on, come on primetime needs a bomb
He says he use to believe
But now is far more devout
If his faith is to lead
All other need to get out
Yet they’re the same
A single shout out
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
When your eyes are shut in
With all the lies your mouth
Chorus
Bridge
You just sink a couple submarines
Up into the Arctic’s char
And get’em lost like pixies in the Arctic’s art
They hide like thieves in garden parks
And when the sun goes down, and they mug old ladies hearts
Chorus
Out on:
We fucked-up Vietnam
Let’s get Iran
Iraq hid the bombs
And a cel phone hung Saddam
Come-on, come-on prime time needs a bomb
Come-on, come-on we all need something on
Come-on, come-on prime time needs a bomb
