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Tytuł: Americana

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  Well I'd like to tell you about my dream it's a place
  Where stripmalls abound and diversion's mere moments away
  
  Where culture's defined
  By the one's least refined
  And you'll be left behind
  If you don't fit in
  It's all distorted
  In americana my way
  Well fuck you
  
  Well my dream has come true
  My vision has come true
  
  Now give me my cable, fast food, four-by's, tat's right away
  I want it right now cause my generation don't like to wait
  
  My future's determined by
  Thieves, thugs, and vermin
  It's quite an excursion
  
  But it's okay
  Everything's backwards
  In americana my way
  Well fuck you
  
  Well my dream has come true
  My vision has come true
  
  I'm a product
  Of my environment
  So don't blame me, I just work here
  But I wanna fuck you
  
  My rights are denied by
  Those least qualified
  Trading profit for pride
  But it's okay
  Everything's backwards
  In americana my way
  Well fuck you
  
  My nightmare has come true
  My nightmare has come true
  Yeah, it's all coming true