Lyrics

It's come clear that I have passed a wave of mediatic crazed sensation. I don't wanna join your soft parade. Sometimes it gets so lonely. AAAH! Dead in America. Bled in America, red in America.

And your five and dimes will all collapse. Hang your children out to dry. Here's an honest observation. It's just a lie

Nine to six, they showed you roast the dead. What's showing on your tele? Radiating mandates to your head. And mine is smashed to pieces, baby.

AAAH!

Dead in America. Fucking Deadly. Bled in America, red in America.