Home of the homeless,
Free of the land who’ve lost their farms and houses to the banker’s sleight of hand,
Businessmen in German cars talking on telephones, while downtown at the shelter children eat from metal bowls.
The young and the pointless,
Disciples of TV who grew up ‘neath the sky blue tube of mediocrity,
Global village idiots,
The young and the rest, well, they’re taking the place of the human race in the land I love the best.
America, America, you’ve trickled down on me,
And you’ve crowned your good with Hollywood from sea to shining sea,
And the great communicators are manipulating you,
‘Cause no one back in Tinseltown gives a damn about the truth.
Maybe we’re just lazy, safe here in our wombs,
Still listening to the echoes of the baby boom,
Surrounded by these luxuries we seem to think we need,
We’re the richest country in the world, but we are poor indeed.
America, America, how you’ve trickled down on me,
And you crowned your good with Hollywood from sea to shining sea,
And the great communicators, they’re just manipulating you,
‘Cause no one back in Tinseltown gives a damn about the truth.
Home of the homeless,
Free of the land who’ve lost their jobs to workers in Korea and Japan,
The rich only get richer and the poor, they do not exist,
And we betray our consciences with a Judas kiss.
America, America, you’ve trickled down on me,
And you’ve crowned your good with Hollywood from sea to shining sea,
And your great communicators, they’re just manipulating you,
‘Cause no one back in Tinseltown gives a damn about the truth,
And the great communicators, oh, they’re just fooling you,
‘Cause no one back in Tinseltown gives a damn about the truth,
Children, no one back in Tinseltown gives a damn about you.
