- cifra
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, fourby's, tat's right away
I want it right now cause my generation don't like to wait
My futures 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 you!
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
