Paroles de America

We take medication to be someone else We take off our clothes to pay for the bills Where downloading content will buy you a sentence And murder is free in the Hollywood Hills I'm living one big nightmare, the ugly truth has a model's face Making saints out of useless pop stars Where's the intelligence? A M E R I C A Home of the free, the sick and depraved A M E R I C A So why the fuck are you looking at me? Oil prices are so high we cant feed ourselves So we buy into fast food to occupy the will We upload our status to beg for attention While they're all eating cake up on capital hill Still living in one big nightmare God save the human race Handing convicts fame in HD Glorified ignorance A M E R I C A Home of the free, the sick and depraved A M E R I C A So why the fuck are you looking at me? A M E R I C A Home of the free, the sick and depraved A M E R I C A So why the fuck are you looking at me?