Don’t want to be an A mer i can id i ot.

Don’t want a na tion un der the new me di a.

Hey, can you hear the sound of hys ter i a?

The sub a lim i nal mind f**k A mer i ca.

Wel come to a new kind of ten sion all a cross the a li en a tion, where ev ’ry thing is n’t meant to be o (Ab)kay.

Tel e vi sion dreams of to mor row, we’re not the ones who’re meant to fol low, for that’s e nough to ar gue.

Well, may be I am the f** got A mer i ca.

I’m not a part of a red neck a gen di da.

Now ev ’ry bod y, do the prop a gan da,

and sing a long to the age of par a noi a.

Wel come to a new kind of ten sion all a cross the a li en a tion, where ev ’ry thing is n’t meant to be o (Ab)kay.

Tel e vi sion dreams of to mor row, we’re not the ones who’re meant to fol low, for that’s e nough to ar gue.

Don’t want (Db5)to be an A (Gb5)mer i (Db5)can (Ab5)id i ot, one (Db5)na tion con (Gb5)trolled by (Db5)the (Ab5)me di a.

In (Db5)for ma tion (Gb5)age of (Db5)hys (Ab5)ter i a is call ing out to id i ot A mer i (Ab5)ca.