American Boy

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 d**ks 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 Frat boys and military toys All I see is white noise With your pus*y collection and your simple minds, I never knew tits could sell so many cars And you f**kin' debutantes with your skin flicks, What the f**k is the matter with you? Gloss up your lips, Show us your tits man All for your fifteen minutes of nothin' I just gotta laugh at you, I just gotta laugh man Man-made manufactured pus*ycats Hey don't fear me Don't fear me I'm the little woman