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Ya-a-a-a-ao We take medication to be someone else And we take off our clothes to pay for the bills Where downloading content will buy you a sentence And murder is free in the Hollywood hills And I'm living one big nightmare, the ugly truth has a model face Making saints out of useless pop stars Where's the intelligence? A-M-E-R-I-C-A Home of the free, the sick and depraved A-M-E-R-I-C-A So why the fuck are you looking at me? Oil prices are so high we can't feed ourselves So we buy into fast food and occupy the will We upload our status and beg for attention While they're all eating cake up on Capitol Hill Still living in one big nightmare God save the human race Handing convicts fame in HD Glorified ignorance SongtexteA-M-E-R-I-C-A Home of the free, the sick and depraved A-M-E-R-I-C-A So why the fuck are you looking at me? [Whispered] A-M-E-R-I-C-A Home of the free, the sick and depraved A-M-E-R-I-C-A So why the fuck are you looking at me? A-M-E-R-I-C-A Home of the free, the sick and depraved A-M-E-R-I-C-A So why the fuck are you looking at me? (Grazie a Valery Moss per questo testo) Aus Songtexte Mania