Songtexte: Offspring, The. Americana.

Aaaaah

Aaaaah

Aaaaah

Aaaaah



Well, I?d like to tell you all about my dream, it?s a place

Where strip malls abound and diversions mere moments away

Where culture's defined by the ones least refined

And you?ll be left behind if you don't fit in

It's all distorted in Americana, my way

Well, fuck you



Whoa, whoa, whoa

Well, my dream has come true

Whoa, whoa, whoa

My vision has come true



Now, give me my cable, fast food, four-by's, tat's right away

I want it right now, 'cause my g-generation don't like to wait

My future's determined by thieves, thugs, and vermin

It's quite an excursion, but it's ok

Everything's backwards in Americana, my way

Well, fuck you



Whoa, whoa, whoa

Well, my dream has come true

Whoa, whoa, whoa

My vision has come true

Yeah, it's all coming true



I'm a product

Of my environment

So don't blame me

I just work here but I wanna fuck it all!



My rights are denied by those least qualified

Trading profit for pride, but it's, it's ok

Everything's backwards in Americana, my way

Well, fuck you



Whoa, whoa, whoa

Well, my nightmare has come true

Whoa, whoa, whoa

My nightmare has come true

Yeah, it's all coming true

Yeah, it's all coming true