Nightmare America

There's a lot that isn't sacred

There's a lot that isn't free

But if you really learn to fake it

And go and get that degree

Then maybe you can taste it

Oh that American dream

You can skate the golden pavement

Standing tall and standing free

In the land of burning hatred

In a pair of blue jeans

Blue blue blue blue jeans

Blue blue blue blue jeans

Blue blue blue blue jeans

This American nightmare is scary and bleak

Your behemoth blunder doesn't care about me

And all the joy wonder that you sold through your teeth

Now we're all going under like a pack of deaf sheep

And who on earth will inherit the meek?

In an American nightmare that's scary and bleak

They say win or be weak

Got piles of pigs on top of piles of sheep

And there's blood in the star sky

The dying choirs deafening shriek

Like the kids in the car ride

Crying out are we there yet

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