Fake fucking people and their fake fucking lives
Flacid plastic assholes and their fat fucking wives
On the sofa watching Oprah while their stupid fucking spawn
Are all dosed up on Ritalin and watching Pokemon
Is it all so meaningless?
Is there no defeating this
Entropy and apathy, this wasteland called “America”?
I’m getting desperate
Is there nothing separate
From this sad, pointless game
Where every day means just more of the same
You’d think I was from another planet the way people look at me
And when I look around myself I’m inclined to agree
I speak their language but I can not understand the words
When so many don’t mind to be another bovine in the herd
Is there nothing to which we aspire?
Nothing more we can desire
Than opulence and fame in this farce we’ve named “America”?
I long to be much more
Than just another faceless whore
In this gang-bang exploitation flick
The sad state of this nation makes me sick
We’re armed to the teeth with credit cards
And underneath our shopping carts
The bodies just pile higher from the empire of “America”
This poverty of intellect
Is cause for me to suspect
We’re going nowhere fast
How much fucking longer can this last?