Ab, Bb, Db, Eb, Ebm, F
Don't want to be an American idiot
Don't want a nation under the new media
Can't get you with the sound of a stereo
The subliminal mind fuck America
Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alienation
Where everything isn't meant to be okay
In television dreams of tomorrow
We're not the ones they're meant to follow
For that's enough to argue
Well maybe I'm the faggot America
I'm not a part of a redneck agenda
Now everybody do the propaganda
And sing along to the age of paranoia
Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alien nation
Where everything isn't meant to be okay
And television dreams of tomorrow, we're not the ones they're meant to follow, but that's
enough to argue.
So what if Peter Mack had idiot, one nation controlled by the media, information age of
hysteria.
Welcome to a new kind of tension, all across the alien nation, where everything isn't meant
to be okay.