Tekst
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
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
