We live in a Christian police state
A nation of fat NASCAR fans
It's a classist, misogynist, fascist and despotic tool
Of rich white men with bloodstains on their hands
We're a cruelly carnivorous
Gang of flat-out ridiculous
Wal-Mart sheeple breeding
Big Mac-eating brats
Check out Chomsky and Zinn
When they start to fill you in
It'll knock you on your ass
Thank Gawd for the chattering classes
We know what's best for you creeps
Things like vinyl and bikes, indie coffee shops
And microbrews and LGBT-friendly soccer teams
They insist on imposing
The corporate will of America
On the world at large
No matter what the cost
I've got it all figured out
And I don't have any doubts
So why am I so lost?
I can't figure out what to do [x3]
Writer(s): Benjamin M Foster
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