Americana

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, four-by's, tat’s right away
I want it right now 'cause
my ge-generation
don’t like to wait
My future’s determined
By thieves, thugs, and vermin
It’s quite an excursion
But it’s okay
Everything’s backwards
In Americana my way