And cyber sex
And Electronic cigarettes
A spray tan on the president
He's just working on a dream I guess
Slimfast, botox trophy wives
Pool boys, fuck toys, magic mikes
You're so pretty, won't you get in line
A face like that goes viral
Thrift store cowboys, basic chicks
Glamour camping, selfie sticks
Check your online presences
But never mind the grandeur
Influencers indie bands
Wookies, festies, lifestyle brands
Electric kool aid acid test
Except that you can stream it
You and I wake up each morning
Get groceries and take out the trash
It's no use denying we broke it we're buying
I'm afraid that there's no turning back
So fill up the tank when it's cheapest
And we'll drive till it's dry and then park
Just to keep on fighting to do something right
And Make love in the back of your car
They say that socialism is a bullshit dream
We've got a trickle down economy
They mean more, but less for you and me
Jesus, look at that GDP
While the Underworked and underfed
Underclasses understand
That the factories ain't coming back
And a big old wall won't do it
Cuz the uber drivers are out of work
And they've fired all the checkout girls
And I know makes it all a little worse
But these discounts are expensive
Police beatings, holy wars
Walmart, cocaine, surplus corn
And I guess that's what the flag is for
We just get what we deserve
Like Opioids, diazapenes
Pump the schoolkids full of speed
Scare them off of shrooms and weed
'Cuz money talks it doesn't grow on trees
Shanty towns in parking lots
LA quakes in Arkansas
Garbage Islands, martial law
Still you can't trust the science
You and I wake up each morning
Get groceries and take out the trash
It's no use denying we broke it we're buying
I'm afraid that there's no turning back
So fill up the tank when it's cheapest
And we'll drive till it's dry and then park
Just to keep on fighting to do something right
And Make love in the back of your car
Mascara on the anchor on the tv news
Still Worried about which room you use
He's got the average straight white pronoun blues
And there's still a war on Christmas
Jesus in the shopping malls
Karaoke worship songs
The rest must be Obama's fault
But I think we'll thank him later
Once we've Fucked the World in all directions
Brought on an early Armageddon
I Hope my daughter's still eleven
When they beam the good ones up to heaven
'Cuz you know what they do at 12
Well they don't drink and they don't drive
There's record teenage suicide
They won't even go outside
Unless their mama makes 'em
Sittin' Home alone on the telephone
Jerking off and getting stoned
The kids aint sinning they're just really bored
But really Can you blame them?
You and I wake up each morning
Get groceries and take out the trash
It's no use denying we broke it we're buying
I'm afraid that there's no turning back
So fill up the tank when it's cheapest
And drive till it's dry and then park
Just to keep on fighting to do something right
And Make love in the back of your car
Just to keep on fighting to do something right
And Make love in the back of your car