We live in a Christian police state
A nation of fat NASCAR fans
It's a classist, misogynist
Fascist and despotic tool
Of rich white men with
Bloodstains on their hands
We're a cruelly carnivorous gang
Of flat-out ridiculous
Wal-Mart sheeple breeding Big
Mac-eating brats check out Chomsky and Zinn
When they start to fill you in
It'll knock you on your ass
Thank Gawd for the chattering classes
We know what's best for you creeps
Things like vinyl and bikes
Indie coffee shops and microbrews
And LGBT-friendly soccer teams
They insist on imposing the
Corporate will of America
On the world at large no matter what the cost
I've got it all figured out
And I don't have any doubts
So why am I so lost?
I can't figure out what to do