Americana

(álbum: Americana - 1998)

Well, I'd like to tell you all about my dream, it's a place
Where strip malls abound and diversion's mere moments away

Where culture's defined
By the ones least refined
And you'll be left behind
If you don't fit in
It's all distorted
In Americana my way

Well, fuck you!

Well, my dream has come true
My vision has come true

Now give me my cable, fast food, four-by's, tat's right away
I want it right now 'cause my ge-generation don't like to wait

My future's determined
By thieves, thugs, and vermin
It's quite an excursion
But it's okay
Everything's backwards
In Americana my way

Well, fuck you!

Well, my dream has come true
My vision has come true

Yeah it's all coming true

I'm a product
Of my environment
So don't blame me, I just work here
But I wanna fuck it up

My rights are denied
By those least qualified
Trading profit for pride
But it's okay
Everything's backwards
In Americana my way

Well, fuck you!

My nightmare has come true
My nightmare has come true
Yeah, it's all coming true
Yeah, it's all coming true