America lyrics

Ooh, 'tis of thee
Sweet land of liberty
“250 years later, let’s see”

A sun setting over Walgreen's on a Saturday night
An asphalt migrant hidin' his face inside of a bag
Traffic sounds radiate warmth from a chain-link fence
A boy and girl playing, with Nerf guns, in rags

“Bang, bang”
“Who’s there?”
“Mass”

Hung over from a post-Hiroshima afterparty
We're like popular kids with a haze to suppress:
“Porn is my life—I love safety and freedom;
I want to be a historical figure, but my head is a mess!”

“Bang, bang”
“Who's there?”
“Mass”
“Mass who?”

No books, no books!
“I haven't heard of Diogenes!”
Good hooks, good hooks!
“I actually have high standards
For everything…”
“America, you're subpar,” de Tocqueville oncе cackled
“Subpar? Hold up,” the Second Coming gaggеd
“You mean that 24/7 radio tuned to: ‘Why do they hate us?'
America in the 21st century—is straight-up Las Vegas!”
(“Hold up, hold up”)
“America in the 21st century is straight-up Vegas!”
(“Hold up, hold up”)

“Bang, bang”
“Who's there?”
“Mass”
“Mass who?”

Rapists, racists, meet sodomist spite
Target, bad educations and Trumpian nights
“Immigrants are unf*ckable; facially ugly”?
Highbrow drag, interstate ten-lane delights
“Also: their values seem, ‘not right' in the head”?
Wit is might; word is God
Plus you’re always right
America in the 21st century is straight-up Vegas
(“Hold up, hold up”)
Ersatz spirits draggin’ God's ideals to bed?
(“Hold up, hold up”)
(Sorry)
But America in 2024
Is not right in the head
Hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up

“Insecure, proud, and socially terrified
Americans this century are like a ‘gossamer fiber’
Of the black widow patterns I've identifed”
Quoth Christ, 21st-century philosopher titan

(“Hold up, hold up”)
America in 2024 is—not right in the head
(“Hold up, hold up”)
Americans are literally so socially anxious, too!
(“Hold up, hold up”)
We're not Spaniards, that's for sure
(“Hold up, hold up”)

The future of America?
“Vegas meets fascism!” (“Hold up, hold up”)
Where high school cliques become warring ideals
Shut the f*ck up why don’t you
Before our very, very tired eyes
Social strivers strive only toward
A mother's reveal (“Hold up, hold up”)
Unconditional is the only way
We've ever loved in our lives
“Bang, bang”
“Who's there?”
“Mass”
“Mass who?”

(“Hold up, hold up”)
America in 2024 is, not right in the head
(“Hold up, hold up”)
High school honeycombs, why not foreigners instead?
(“Hold up, hold up”)
We're not Spaniards, that's for sure, that's for sure
(“Hold up, hold up”)
Unconditional is the only way
We've ever loved in our lives

“Bang, bang”
“Who's there?”
“Mass”
“Mass who?”