Ladies and Gentlemen with hemorrhaging nostalgia
Don't get me wet with your mindless concern
Don't forget who owns your hide
Don't forget who you're doing your job for

Mr. America
He's in your house, in your brain, between your legs
And he's got your wife breeding again
So keep that ball rollin'

Your inability to understand is no longer amusing
Get out of your car human
This is my body, this is my blood, this is my credit card
I've got God in my pocket, and a book to live by, and a plague to complain about

Well I just got off work
Now I have to go to work
And oh, I need my job
And I know time is money
Someone's rich dad made it so

So little time, so much to buy
So little time, so much to buy
So little time, so much to buy
So much to buy, so much to buy, so much to buy!

Mr. America, I want to kill you
Mr. America, I want to kill you
Mr. America!!!