It's going down
I gotta get out of this town
Before I sell my soul
To the FM radio
I wanna see
how long it takes to make everyone hate me
Politicians still get high
and I petition suicide
Of the American Gothic
The state of the union is confused
The citizens are all abused
When I look around it makes me sick
World leaders all smoke crack
They bought it from Congressman Jack
Who was elected to protect my interests
The only interest that he has
is poisoning the youth with trash
and clever ads that sell cigarettes