Pulling worms from the ground
With your blue steal beak
You're choking on the dust
Down in television creak
Spreading disease
Amongst the already week
You're denying it all
And you're making me sick
Depending on where you live
Is what your views are
Depending on where you live
Is what your views are
How does it feel
To get el Presidente
How does it feel
How does it feel
To take home a germ
How does it feel
Depending on where you live
Is what your views are
Depending on where you live
Is what your views are
And all the while I'm running to the red
I walk the night without a bed
I play the game without a team
I wash my face but have no hands
This land is black
The birds have fled
To nests inside my head
This land is black
The birds have fled
To nests inside my head
How does it feel?
Spreading disease amongst the weak
Denying it all you're making me sick
Depending on where you live
Is what your views are
Depending on where you live
Is what your views are
Yeah, feel
Say, how does it feel?
I wanna figure everything out
Say, how does it feel?
Depending on where you live
Is what your views are