We were born in America Twenty years in a torn-up America And it's not so terrible in America And if you go to the movies Don't believe what they show at the movies The whole world's in 3D, it's incredible And if you pay me the ransom I will write you a national anthem Against the wall with your hands up Don't try anything funny Mexican on your dad's side Every town has a good and a bad side And you were born on the sad side of America And I don't have to defend it I don't give a shit what Ben Franklin intended What some slave owner man said Well, they're all dead But there's too many rock songs Put it all in a two-minute pop song I-really-mean-it-a-lot song for America All alone in America I wanna go back home in America Clean me out like an enema, Miss America We will vote for America For the highways and court of America How you're not even dead yet when they bury you (Ooh) (Ooh, ooh-ooh) Oh!