America

America is crying
With it’s children dying
They blame it on the media
And you pray daily
To your TV god
You media man, modern man
2.5 kids and a mini van
The epitome
Of the atomic family
You modern man, media man
And America is crying
And I am crying BULLSHIT
America doesn’t care about me
Or about you
It’s a ratings game
A money game
Played by cooperate whores
And Government conspirators
Each fighting
Each killing one another
For their share
And when your time comes
Oh! and trust me, it will come
Better hope you have insurance
Or you will die
Bleeding on hospital street
Wondering how this could be
How you could die
Bleeding in broad day light
On a fine city street in America