Here we go, I got something to tell ya The land of plenty is the land of privilege For your blue-eyed culture-deprived American boy You got your dicks in a twist And you're raising your fists But your argument has been bought and paid for
American boy
So flex that corporate muscle With your media circle-jerks While you sell out humanity Adhd, Ocd, social anxiety It's money baby!
Hey! You pushin' me Hey! I'm pushin' you No rhyme or reason Watch your televison
Hey! You pushin' me Hey! I'm pushin' you No rhyme or reason Watch your televison
American boy
Frat boys and military toys All I see is white noise With your pussy collections And your simple minds I never knew tits could sell so many cars And you fucking debutantes with your skin flicks What the fuck is the matter with you? Gloss up your lips Show us your tits, man All for your fifteen minutes of nothin'
American boy
Hey! You pushin' me Hey! I'm pushin' you No rhyme or reason Watch your televison
Hey! You pushin' me Hey! I'm pushin' you No rhyme or reason Watch your televison
American boy
Hey! You pushin' me Hey! I'm pushin' you No rhyme or reason Watch your televison
Hey! You pushin' me Hey! I'm pushin' you No rhyme or reason Watch your televison
American boy
I just gotta laugh at you I just gotta laugh, man American boy (Hey, Hey, Hey) Man-made manufactured pussycats (Hey, Hey, Hey) Hey, don't fear me Don't fear me (Hey, Hey, Hey) I'm the little woman
American boy
Compositores: Patricia Theresa Schemel, Todd M Morse, Paul Aloysious Ill, Juliette Lake Lewis, John Clinton Walsh ECAD: Obra #2393871