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They told you in school about freedom,
But when you try to be free they never let ya,
They said, "It's easy, nothing to it.",
And now the Army's out to get ya,

ZERO-EIGHT America in terminal stasis,
The air's so thick it's like drowning in molasses,
I'm sick and tired of paying these dues,
And I'm finally getting hip to the American ruse!

I learned to say the pledge of allegiance,
Before they beat me bloody down at the station,
They haven't got a word out of me since,
I got a billion years probation,

ZERO-EIGHT America in terminal stasis,
The air's so thick it's like drowning in molasses,
I'm sick and tired of paying these dues,
And I'm sick to my guts of the American ruse!

Phony stars, oh no!
Crummy cars, oh no!
Cheap guitars, oh no!
Joe's primitive bar... Nah!
Rock 'em back, Sonic!

The way they pull you over it's suspicious,
Yeah, for something that just ain't your fault,
If you complain they're gonna get vicious,
Kick in the teeth and charge you with assault,
Yeah, but I can see the chickens coming home to roost,
Young people everywhere are gonna cook their goose,
Lots of kids are working to get rid of these blues,
'Cause everybody's sick of the American ruse!

Well well well, take a look around!
Well well well, take a look around!
Well well well, take a look around!
Well well well, take a look around!
Well well well, take a look around!