America How Are You

America, America how are you?
You seem so sick
The last time I had checked in you had checked out
You're not making the grades anymore
I'm worried about you

Squirming in their seats, demanding refunds
Saying the joke's not funny anymore
Sequel after prequel after sequel
The tickets aren't worth the dirty floors
No one cares about your starlet's daydreams
They're blocking up the doors
Concession stand sells only ammunition
I can't take anymore

America how are you?
Still worried about you
America, America how are you
I'm worried about you

I need someone, I need someone to love me
No matter what I do
The promise of a shining city faded
I tried to make it true
But now it's just an exercise in history
Written by a privileged few
But now it's just an exercise in history
Written for a privileged few
And I can't sell a hundred thousand torches
Then say I wasnt coming after you

So I draw all the blinds
I don't suffer fools
For the things that they do