Don't wanna be an American idiot Don't want a nation under the new media And can you hear the sound of hysteria? The subliminal mind fuck America
Welcome to a new kind of tension All across the alien nation Everything isn't meant to be...okay Tv dreams of tomorrow We're not the ones who're meant to follow For that's enough to argue
My country 'tis of thee Sweet land of liberty Of thee I sing God Bless America! O beautiful for spacious skies, Oh, say can you see, by the dawn's early light,
Lacucaracha, lacucaracha, falalalalalalalala!
Well maybe I'm the faggot America I'm not a part of a redneck agenda Now everybody do the propaganda And sing along in the age of paranoia