Hey America - East Coast Avengers

Hey America, I don’t understand your whims, you’re so grim

With all your sadomasochistic grins and double chins

And gluttony’s the least of your sins

You’re the bane of existence, my sanity is wearing so thin

And so is my resistance to everything you’ve ever been

It’s crawling under my skin, it’s really sinking in

Prozac nation, a patient with no patience

I’m abrasive to the point of being unapproachable unless I’m wasted

I’ve tasted everything from hate to jealousy

Don’t waste your fucking time telling me «let it go»

I’m more felony than misdemeanor

My melody is more Christina, you’re Britney, washed up, you’re awestruck

Your liturgy’s coughed up, boxed up and boxed in

I’ll kill you faster than the English language dies in Boston each night

I like the cries of orphans in fright

Or maybe more the cries of ecstasy when your endorphins are just right

A voice locked the devil himself, I could revel in wealth, wine, and women

By swimming in the sinning of everyone else that’s barely living

That’s why I’m driven by the urge to never fit in

A rebel like Robert Neville but fellow rage flow off my page

We in the age where the living and dead ain’t that different

That’s why we’re off-balanced and record sales

Don’t effectively reflect your talents

I’m callous and vicious and overflowing with malice

And this is just the beginning, Eso let ‘em know

Hey America, I really love the type of life I live

What a life it is, wife and kids, you would steal instead of give

We’re trained to take, it’s in our nature brain

In fact we make the same mistake and smile in denial

At the fact that we came from apes

Look at the way our brain is shaped, check the way our frame is shaped

(You're preaching to the choir)

Now reaching higher, trying to reach, let people buy you

The GOP supplier, the feds who sold the right to never cease to fire

Entertainers get beat to death till there’s no secrets left

I guess it’s like Meet The Press except they put peeps to rest

Mental fatigue and stress left in the heat of flesh prison

It needs a rest, cardiac style’s the best

I won’t bullshit ya like Wolf Blitzer

Or slip shit past you like Chris Matthews

I believe in Jesus less, less y’all confess, press secretary minion fuck it

Public opinion?

I want my opinion public

I want Fox News like real rap, no more spins

Pres elections like golf man, the low score wins

I been

America, land of the free, home of the brave

And they ain’t even know that they’re slaves

Such a dirty road to pave, the bill’s owed and paid with your soul

Cause they made it their goal up in America

Land of the free, home of the brave, born with one foot in the grave

Such a dirty road to pave and the peoples in the dark

When their fate’s downloaded and saved

… disgusted and so am I. If you tear the whole system down, what does that say

about America?

They’re wrong.

They can’t be wrong.

The world is fighting right

now to preserve our way of life.

You can’t attack it blindly.

You have to

realise no one will talk.

Everyone has been gotten to