Working for the man
Man, I'm getting tired
Some one tell my ass when I can
Finally retire and have it made
Made in the USA
I can buy a truck
Paint that sucker gold
Put some nuts behind it
Make sure everybody knows
I got it Made in the USA
I got a southern disposition
And a puffed out chest
Johnny walker do the talking
Smith and Wesson do the rest
I could post a song
Watch the numbers soar
Then I'll be eating steak
With Dr. Phil and Pauly Shore
I got it made, Made in the USA
Everybody's famous
Everybody's sad
Crop it, filter
Now it ain't so bad
We got it made
Made in the USA
I can work an algorithm
With my chiseled chest
But I'll be forgotten by the morning
Cause the 'rithm don't rest
Send your thoughts and prayers
Every single day
Stuck inside a cycle
We won't make it go away
Because it's made, Made in the USA
We got a couple glaring problems
We refuse to address
We keep our eyes on the money
Cause the money makes the rules I guess