American Boy, Vol. 2

The land of plenty is the land of privileged
 For your blue eyed culture deprived American boy
 You got your dicks in a twist
 And you're raising your fist
 But your argument has been bought and sold
 So flex that coporate muscle, with your media monopoly
 While you sell out humanity
 ADHD, OCD, social anxiety
 It's money baby
 You pushing me, I'm pushing you
 No rhyme or reason, watch your television
 You pushing me, I'm pushing you
 No rhyme or reason, watch your television
 Frat boys, military toys
 All I see is white noise
 Cook up my rights
 Call it a holy fight, eat us for dinner
 Haliburton
 Now we're hurtin', easy blood trade
 We all lie in the be we've made
 I'll talk till I got no words left
 I'll scream till my last dying breath
 Can I get a witness?
 You pushing me, I'm pushing you
 No rhyme or reason, watch your television
 You pushing me, I'm pushing you
 No rhyme or reason, watch your television