21st Century Pop Song

The one true resolve of the flame and the bullet
 Is a pile of flesh like an unmanned puppet
 A set of bones gone suddenly still
 And in a lab under every flag right now
 Someone's splitting atoms and inventing new breakfast cereals
 In the shape of their nation's borders
 And drawing brand new maps
 Discreetly expanding their nation's borders
 It's root, root, root for the home team
 Shout like your dad at the TV screen
 Tie a dollar bill around a circus flea
 The fee to flee what you can't see
 Well, it's root, root, root for the home team
 Shout like your dad at the TV screen
 Tie a dollar bill around a circus flea
 Yo, I agree, with glee, with me, well
 Somebody told me when the bomb hits
 Everybody in a two mile radius will be instantly sublimated
 But if you lay face down on the ground for some time
 Avoiding the residual ripples of heat, you might survive
 Permanently fucked up and twisted like you're always underwater refracted
 Oh, but if you do go gas, there's nothing you can do
 If the air that was once you is mingled and mashed
 With the kicked up molecules of the enemy's former body
 Big kid tested, motherfucker approved
 Well, root, root, root for the home team
 Shout like your dad at the TV screen
 Tie a dollar bill around a circus flea
 Yo, I agree, with glee, with me
 You put your life in the hands of the highway designer
 Your stride, an unforeseen side effect
 Of the urban planner's realised blueprint dream
 You put your life in the hands of the highway designers
 Your stride, an unforeseen side effect
 Of the urban planner's realised blueprint dream
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 Our font's bigger than your font
 Our font, so straight, so legible
 And tall and impenetrable like a fortress
 Like a column, a skyscraper
 Our font will crush your font
 We like our font just fine
 One font under God, under God, under God
 Under God, under God
 Well, it's root, root, root for the home team
 Shout like your dad at the TV screen
 Tie a dollar bill around a circus flea
 The fee to flee what you can't see
 You put your life in the hands of the highway designers
 Your stride, an unforeseen side effect
 Of the urban planner's realised blueprint dream
 Well, it's root, root, root for the home team
 Shout like your dad at the TV screen
 Tie a dollar bill around a circus flea
 Yo, I agree, with glee, with me
 You put your life in the hands of the highway designers
 Your stride, an unforeseen side effect
 Of the urban planner's realised blueprint dream