I don’t want to be ashamed to be American

But opportunity, no, it don’t exist

It’s the opium of the populace

We need some harder shit now

The truth is getting around

And each public school is a halfway house

Where the huddled masses somber up and up

Enough?

There’s not enough to fatten the cows and feed all of us

It’s just a rationing of luck

What can’t be bought gets raffled off

Oh God, good God

Shed greed on thee

Your shining sea turned a dirty green from the industry

Off the shores of New Jersey

I got a letter from the army, so I think that I’ll enlist

I’m not brave or proud of nothing I just want to kill something

Too bad that nowadays you just point and click

Swing Lo satellite, hot white chariot!

In the computer’s blue glare, the bombs burst in the air

There was a city once-- now nothing is there

Our freedom comes at their expense

It makes sense, doesn’t it?

Dollars and cents

They’re stretching barbed wire across the picket fence

That is surrounding your housing development

Just in case you lack the confidence

My God, oh God, give strength to thee

These amber waves, purple majesty

Are nothing but backdrops for Disney

Well, look up close

It is superimposed on a blank blue screen

It is fantasy, fucking magical

The dream floats like a chemical through each snapped synapse