I'm an american weirdo and
You're a weirdo too.
If you live here in america
Then there's nothin you can do
But.. do your best to dream
The american dream
And in the middle of the nite
When the left becomes the right
You realize "this is not my dream!!
Whoa...america,
It's hard to tell my rights
From your crimes
America, it's hard to tell your fakes
From your genuines
Oh america, why do you act like hell
When you could be paradise
There's an american weirdo,
Sittin by a pool
They don't have a steady job,
And they never finished school
Their friends all come around ,
They just make deals all day
If you wanna quote me,
Well i've got nothin to say
Whoa...america,
It's hard to tell my rights
From your crimes
America, it's hard to tell your fakes
From your genuines
Oh america, why do you act like hell
When you could be paradise
I only sing this song to find out what went wrong
My country tis' of thee
Sweet land of liberty
Where did you go?