Eerie Point - America Lyrics

We have an hour to fill, go find some people shooting people
And a way to relate it to a gang
We'll get the weather man to save the day today
He says his very own, little own things
But if you seen you the way we see you
Would you wanna still be a deceiving little cheesy smile in the newsroom covering the media
But I got food for thought, for feeding you
You don't have to feed me with your news feed
Talkin' about a vegan, told her husband Steven
Said I'm leavin' for Cleveland, if you don't take that 3-meat pizza out the freezer
I'm gonna find another man with some money, I don't care if he's a geezer

And it's just another night in America
Where they don't care if you stare at a TV for hours developing a character
And there's a button on the clicker to pause so you can sit and stare
And you don't to work in America
They'll take good care of you
You can marry a terror, crash an aircraft carrier

Or trade a bottle of Jack Daniel's for your food stamps
The nude tramps, spending their child support money on some new implants and new pants
And no you can't burn one in the ozone
But I can burn my home down and build a better free one down the freeway
In a warm town, southbound, far enough from downtown
So, I can have myself a little home-grown powwow
Cause I'm just an Indian, they tell me I'm from Michigan
Pretty soon they'll be fillin' in the pond I grew up fishin' in, and wishin' in

But it's just another night in America
Where they don't care if you gain a thousand pounds
They'll provide a hover round chair for ya
So, pull your seat up, put your feet up and eat up. Eat all that MSG up
Cause you don't have to work in America
They'll take good care of you
By tearing your favorite tree down, to pollute your local area

And they're preparing ya, for the next virus of the season
So, they can keep a scaring ya
And if you're going out this weekend
You better be thinking about which little sneaky freakin' mosquito has malaria

I just get upset because either my coffee gets cold
And my beer gets warm, and my mouth gets dry
You know, why

And it's just another night in America
Put the god of fear in ya, with the ever-growing obvious expansion of racial barriers
And it's just another night in America, pretending that they're hearing ya
But la la la la, they don't hear a thing