Springtime in America

It's springtime in America.
The year is '24
From Ukraine down to Palestine
From Sudan to Ecuador
From Haiti to Yemen
You see it more and more

All that ever seems to be in the world is
War war war.

Way down yonder in the Gaza strip
It's hard to come by luck,
and if'n it gets delivered
they'll hit you with the truck

The driver'll shrug
Say they look like thugs to us
Now your folks is gonna borrow your aid for a bit
It's coming back to you, you know it must

oh, and whether you starve
or get blown apart,
it's your best interest they had in mind,
it's your best interest they had at heart.

Oh it's springtime in America.
The year is is '24.
How do all the flowers bloom like that
When the rest of the world's at war?