America (The Song)

Wisdom is a prison when a fool takes charge

You were staring out the window of the getaway car

You wish that you could rest but you can't sit still

Like a shopping cart wheel that won't bend to your will

"It will one day be enough" said the voice of death

Your God is a secret you hold close to the vest

And faith is as seductive as is getting undressed

A shopping cart wheel that always pulls to the left

Life is a train track tied to your hands and your feet

And time is the smoke approaching over the trees

And you can bleed, you can bleed, if you wanna be freed

Or you can take to the streets, you can fall to your knees

But you can't run

You run to your car in hopes of beating the traffic

Because a car stuck in a traffic might as well be a casket

Anger is default, love takes practice

Writes the writer before writing himself kissing the actress

Wisdom is a prison and your heart stands guard

You could dance to your heart when it beats this hard

So you think "That's it, tomorrow I will do what I need"

But just to part, cook clean, TV needs your sleep

Well, if you don't sit down and write the words will surely pass

The moment that you finish the world comes in quite fast

And other times you sit and wait, fishing line cast

And you cast, and cast, and you cast, and you cast

Then the hook

If you think something's there, put your hands in the air

If you think something's there, put your hands in the air

What do I know about the burdens you bear?

Your love is not mine, it isn't something we share

Wisdom is a prison when a fool takes charge

You were staring out the window of the getaway car

Hold me to your lips, your heart feels far

I could open my mouth, I'd rather not start

Well it's the hum-drum beat of the rest of your life

It's the thumb up your bum from your trophy wife

Another lifeless zeitgeist, it's the rapey nightlife

It's the first two soups sucked, but this one's just right

The past is a dog that keeps chasing its tail

You've been making that bread, but it tastes sour and stale

I gotta go spin my curry

Give me a second

Give me a second I need to get my story straight

D-d-don't make it timeless

Your arrogance to think you'll be the talk of this town in 3006

I'm right here, I'm right now, sing something for me

If you won't then I'll find some way else to be free

I'm sick of playing games, here I show my hand

Normal people are the strangest ones to understand

Look long enough in the mirror and it makes you kind

Look long enough in your lover

And you might just find some peace of mind

Her goodness always looked to you unscathed

But behind doors her portrait ages, warps and fades

Cracks and rages, yellows its pages

Eyes like prisons, thoughts like cages

This is not a person, this is Calvin Klein

This is not a revolution, this is graphic design

And this is not a protest, this is stalling for time

And this is not poetic, this is losing my mind

And then it's stoic, stoic, and then burst into tears

In the fifteen minute breaks inside a lifelong career

I've got a gag in my mouth, a leash around my neck

They call it a trade, I call it money for sex

It's the hot girls on YouTube who are covering Creep

With a whispery voice and pearly white teeth

I know it's only a commercial but it makes me weep

I know it's more than you expected but you pay for cheap

From the heat of the concrete to the cool of the grass

The future used to sparkle, now I'm drawn to the past

It's the crack of the stick while you're mowing your lawn

It's your nickles and your dimes and what you spent them on

Now the Gatorade is only when I'm sick in my bed

Now I masturbate only when I'm sick in my head

Now I take a stand just so I can stretch my legs

Now I raise my hands only when he's killing my friends

I've known love, and I've known hope

I've known cliché, and I've known trope

I've known flat, and I've known slope

I've known sorrow, and I've known rope

I used to be a child, I was stupid and free

Who domesticated the wild in me?

Who is petting my head, who is holding my leash?

Now I don't shit on my own, 'cause I want my treat!

I don't want a leash, baby, I want a chain

To be something unadmitted, something deep in the grain

I wanna start the revolution that puts me in the ground

I wanna be there when the tree falls, I wanna hear the sound

Grasping the abstractions, it's the first grey hair

I didn't cry out in terror, I wasn't even scared

The rain doesen't fall, it just hangs in the air

Sure, you can get me to see it, think you can get me to care?

Now underneath my pillow I put hair that I lose

It's not the quarter that I need but the magic I could use

I like to feel in control, I like watching the news

Set my alarm a little early 'cause I like to hit snooze

America, I'm giving you the hope in me

My joy is not so visceral, but a coping need

America, I don't know what you want from me

But I know enough to know when someone's taunting me

Maybe it's the parts of me I'm scared to explore

My sister's underwear I won't admit that I wore

Or what I saw in the mirror, the way that I fear her

Maybe it's pretending like I still don't hear her

America, please, or I'll start thinking about dying

All your pop stars are sad so I've stop playing music driving

Now it's a podcast, or just some peace and quiet

It's helping me lose weight, this and the paleo diet

If you killed yourself you'd end it

Racism, war

Here's the people who would miss you

Here's how long they'd miss you for

Now here's your parents crying over you, you selfish whore

Fuck you for even thinking 'bout it, don't think of it any more

Drive slowly when I'm merging please, you arrogant fuck

You American flag freedom-gag cuck in a truck

I'm in traffic, I am stuck

I'm a shmuck out of luck

God, I really love people

I just don't like them much