I love America.
This shit hole of hypocrisy.
Where they tell you one thing.
But really.
You know they’ve done worse.
They are looking over our shoulder as we speak, yet.
We still claim to be free.
They listen to our lovers words.
For signals from the other side.
They open your mail with x-ray machines and aromatherapy envelopes.
They sneak in on your in your dreams and you never even knew they were there.
They told you, No worry, No fear.
Yeah.
They actually said that.
I figured it’d be No fear, No worry.
But I guess I learn not to ask questions to the man.
So I look around at my lifestyle.
This one I so created out of my self-made version of the rock and roll lifestyle, music junkie.
Habitual offender.
This resurgence of soul.
They don’t like that.
No one wants you to be rebellious.
No one likes a rebel.
You’re stereotyped as a dirty murderer.
But in the name of a cause.
Which may, or maybe not be noble.
Still.
People won't give you that much.
You’re still a dirty murderer to them.
As I guess everyone who’s catholic views the world.
You are in hell.
Yeah, I know.
America.
Home of the brave.
Brave to drop a bomb on a school.
Brave to lock you away in a hole so deep, if you piss you’ll be happy it’s warm.
Brave to do it all in the name of America.
Freedom was a dream.
Which was turned into a nightmare
A few thousand people
is one thing,
but destroy our real estate.
We call war.
It’s the fucking American dream…
Mail order from finger slut, got QVC on the tube, pizza hut’s knocking at your door.
Your wondering why you can’t seem to fit in anything you used to.
You laugh hearing that 70% of America is obese.
You’re like, yeah, but what’s obese? 50 lbs?
Nope.. just 30..
A nation of fat ass cellulite clinging to a lazy-boy covered in plastic since we’re too lazy to wash shit.
It’s the fucking American dream.

10/16/2003

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Posted on 10/16/2003
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