[Verse 1] So what's the definition of American dream? Near-death experiences are the daily routine I could eat a baker's dozen of Bavarian cream While I'm shooting thirty rounds with my AR-15 Thirty-six double-D, Miss American Queen Blonde hair, blue eyes, and she's barely eighteen Popping champagne bottles in a stretch limousine Or passing out free needles to the heroin fiends [Verse 2] Everywhere Americans put the pairs of their feet Native American cemeteries buried beneath This is a sacred area, we really should leave Take heed, and then we can leave the spirits in peace You should focus on possessing more material things Watching television programs, stare at the screen Everything that we inherit is generic or cheap I think the whole thing is just a big pyramid scheme [Chorus] So what's the definition of American dream? Near-death experiences are the daily routine I could eat a baker's dozen of Bavarian cream While I'm shooting thirty rounds with my AR-15 Thirty-six double-D, Miss American Queen Blonde hair, blue eyes, and she's barely eighteen Popping champagne bottles in a stretch limousine Or passing out free needles to the heroin fiends [Verse 3] Americans won't negotiate with terror regimes That's a job for our national security team We've lost sight of all humanitarian needs 'Cause ain't nobody give a damn what vegetarians eat Danger, evacuate the area, please There is toxic pollution in the air that you breathe They expect us to believe we can't cure a disease Now even Mother Nature's on her period, geez [Bridge] Every single conspiracy theorist agrees Our politicians all commit the most terrible deeds Their blood-sucking vampires bearing their teeth [Whispered aside] But it's top secret, so you didn't hear from me [Verse 4] I speak in a manner that is very extreme Because we reek of the arrogance we wear on our sleeves What does the scientific experiment mean? It means don't trust the government, fear the machine [Chorus] So what's the definition of American dream? Near-death experiences are the daily routine I could eat a baker's dozen of Bavarian cream While I'm shooting thirty rounds with my AR-15 Thirty-six double-D, Miss American Queen Blonde hair, blue eyes, and she's barely eighteen Popping champagne bottles in a stretch limousine Or passing out free needles to the heroin fiends
