Lyrics:

[Chorus:] Violence, (oh no!) is golden. Aa-aa-aa-aa-ah! Violence, (oh no!) is golden. Aa-aa-aa-aa-ah! Pass another plate of shrapnel, sprinkle it with TNT; Gotta have another grenade salad, split it with your enemy. Gotta sell another Uzi, maybe couple 44 Mags, Got a wife and a kid to support, and a payment on the Jag. Won't you try this personal bazooka, make you feel like a man, Show the little girls what's what by the size of the thunder in your hands. Take a pocketful of Teflon bullets, maybe 'nother Tommy gun, Gotta keep stuff movin' out the door, got a business to run. Take it from me, son - you can have a lot of fun! [Chorus x2] Pass another fleet of B-1 bombers, grab an M-16, Buildin' Chevies was never the fun of buildin' up the war machine. Got a rocket in my pocket and it's ready, do you think we can deal? Got a year-end sale goin' on, you can see the appeal; 'Cause I'm sellin' both sides of the fence, that be the name of the game, I don't care about your silly little struggle, money's colored all the same. Take a handful of Star Wars missiles, maybe super laser gun, Gotta keep stuff movin' out the door, got a business to run. Take it from me, son - we can have a lot of fun! [Chorus x3]