A small piece Of Americana Maybe it isn’t all that bad
I live for it I’m indoctrinated by it I thrive for it But each day is a darkening challenge In This American Dream
I’m told I can go my own way But is it all a lie Told to us on digital screens That make us shake and ache Like a man looking for another dose
Cliches and buzzwords Ones and zeroes America, were you ever there? God, I sure don’t know
I hear the art and culture The music of New York and Texas and California The comic fantasies of Marvel and D.C. Your writers of fictions And your Hollywood Dream Factory Machine But do I pull myself up by the bootstraps Or simply check my Twitter again?
But it probably doesn’t matter at all I’m glad you’re here, with your vast land of religious zealots and cultural pockets