History doesn't make something right,
Consensus is not a fact-based exercise.
You're tied and bound to this self-indulgent enterprise...
We call America.

A brush with a star, a token of love,
A name in the sand, enough is enough.
A diet of air, a face on the net,
A fish in your palm, your television set.

Once you convince yourself,
The universe falls into place.
You've got your ideas
And your posse of friends,
You all make up rules
And the fun never ends.

But still there's a problem that leaves you gasping for air,
You look for some meaning, blank smiles are all that's there,
And still water stales a soft summer breeze,
You cling to your hopes while you drop to your knees.
There's no substance.

Once you convince yourself,
The universe falls into place.
You've got your ideas
And your posse of friends,
You all make up rules
And the fun never ends.

But still there's a problem that leaves you gasping for air,
You look for some meaning, blank smiles are all that's there,
And still water stales a soft summer breeze,
You cling to your hopes while you drop to your knees.
There's no substance.