Lyrics: American Boy

Here we go I got something to tell you
The land of plenty is the land of privilege
For your blue-eyed culture-deprived American boy
You got your dicks in a twist and you're raising your fists
But your argument has been bought and paid for

American boy

So flex that corporate muscle with your media circle-jerks
While you sell out humanity
ADHD OCD social anxiety
It's money baby!

Hey!
You pushin' me
Hey!
I'm pushin' you
No rhyme or reason
Watch your television

Hey!
You pushin' me
Hey!
I'm pushin' you
No rhyme or reason
Watch your television

Frat boys and military toys
All I see is white noise
With your pussy collection and your simple minds
I never knew tits could sell so many cars
And you fuckin' debutantes with your skin flicks
What the fuck is the matter with you
Gloss up your lips, show us your tits man
All for your fifteen minutes of nothin'
I just gotta laugh at you
I just gotta laugh man
Man-made manufactured pussycats
Hey don't fear me
Don't fear me I'm the little woman