Story Behind The Song

A friend of ours once said that America was the Texas of the World. We couldn't agree more.

Song Description

We wrote this well before 9/11/01, but it took on extra meaning for us after those events.

Lyrics

yeah the world is your ashtray, but let's be realistic
you're just another isolated raw statistic
but you fit the profile and we like your demographic
in the top ten percentile baby, it's some heavy traffic
cause you are the product that we're trying to unload
you're the commodity that's being bought & sold
you are the reason that we're up here making bread
it's the season for cohesion, you're easily misled

and everything is normal and you're meeting all the goals
long as we keep feeding you a little mind control
we're firing on all pistons ever since we put the fix in
and we won the last election, now everyone’s a Texan

you're quite and individual and all those nice cliches
but lets take a little look to see how you're really made:
you came in here all naked, understanding not a word
now you represent the total sum of all you've ever heard
all the things you saw on TV & while driving 'round in cars
all the crap your parents did and your favorite movie stars
but hey, you call the shots babe, you write all the lines
you only like the things you've seen a hundred thousand times

business is booming, the advertisements scream
you're a champion at consuming and you need the next big thing
it's a great new day, we're marching in the same direction
from Manhattan to the Bay, everyone a Texan

don't you just love living here, the Texas of the world
where it's the rich versus everyone and war turns on the girls
they keep your attention, distracted from the action
even sell your rebellion like some theme park attraction
'cuz America and business gotta do just what they please
can't allow no interference here at home or over seas
now that you have a picture of the world and its direction
we need to keep you working, don't you ask too many questions

Yeah you can really own the world, just borrow the bread
or perhaps you don't mind standing on someone else's head
so when you stop your car at the mini mart for some smokes and some directions
you wont be buying snack food, 'cuz your girlfriend's anorexin'
there's fifty states to choose from, but no matter which direction
get in your car and go there, everyone a Texan

America, America The Texas of the World


©2001 America/Magna/Peddie/Gzebb/Bocast, BMI