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!
 (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
 Well, my dream has come true
 (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
 My vision has come true
 Now give me my cable, fast food, four-by's, tats, right away
 I want it right now 'cause my g-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
 Well, fuck you!
 (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
 Well, my dream has come true
 (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
 My vision has come true
 Yeah, it's all coming true
 I'm a product of my environment
 So don't blame me, I just work here
 But I wanna fuck it up
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 My rights are denied by those least qualified
 Trading profit for pride but it's-, it's okay
 Everything's backwards in Americana my way
 Well, fuck you!
 (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
 My nightmare has come true
 (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
 My nightmare has come true
 Yeah, it's all coming true
 Yeah, it's all coming true