Travel into another country and you'll find  Americans aren't looked on so kind  This country was founded upon common need  Now the foundation is common greed  And as the book gets filled  Our neighbors around the world are killed  And we're looked upon with hate  As we make the world our police state  Sunday Bombs  We're up in arms  Dinner's done  Apple pie has won  The idea that Americans are banned from other nations  Seems to me a clear indication  We're spoiled to death in this land  Death is the deck and we're dealing out hands  There's no need to bluff because everyone sees:  We've got cards up our sleeves  I wish I could say we had not gone astray  From the term that was coined the American Way  But now Freedom and Liberty are just a catch phrase  To sell products endorsing our wars underway  Sunday Bombs  We're up in arms  Dinner's done  Apple pie has won  The idea that America was founded on revolution  Seems to me a clear delusion