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
Tequila!