The American Life Songtext
von Darrin Bradbury

The American life is French fries, flags, and hot dogs
Decorative explosions on mutually agreed upon days
In the cold 4th quarter, the family flocks to the shopping mall
′Cause in America, we buy our blues away


You get the same Big Mac here that you get in Tacoma, Washington
You get the same Big Mac under the stars in Santa Fe
You get the same Big Mac out on vacation at the Hoover Dam
You get the same Big Mac right here
if you just stay and watch it on TV

The American life is franchised fear and cow milk
The American life is the presumption that people are dumb
The American life is fried chicken taking a political stance
It's a church built like a stadium

So God bless your ignorance
Guess we are what we seem
The toothless attendant behind the Texaco counter
Has the saddest brown eyes that I have ever seen

Doo doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo