Americana

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