Un-American

So I am my own stepchild
This is everyone on my side, I say
I speak up for the impossible falling through
Could you bring this breakdown to the media?
Maybe we could take some pictures
And change them in clever ways
Sun to sun I am stuck in
This is everyone at my door, shut out
So untrue, so un-american
When they feel my teeth on their skin
Smile for the cameras, baby
It’s your lucky break and they are waiting on you
And I’m waiting on you
Come too soon to make up for all the negative
When you come to sing me to sleep, say
«This is everyone running away.»
Un-American, baby. (repeat)