With time spent looking over our shoulders
As a matter of fact, afraid to turn our backs
Not so wise although much older
Compassion these days is something we lack

And could these shoulders get any colder
What's in it for me is the new group think
Make our next move according to pollsters
The despair out here is getting deep

Up one coast down the other
Sea to shining sea
Home of the afraid the way we are governed
Land of the not so free

With points to make we point out others' problems
Burn memories in effigy
Flic your Bic, smoke em if you got em
Look at yourself but don't look at me

We hide our faces as we hide the facts
They only seem to get in the way
We once were first, now we're dead last
Right out of the starting gate

Up one coast down the other
Sea to shining sea
Home of the afraid the way we are governed
Land of the not so free