AMERICAN LOSER

EtherGun:
Somebody said America's dead.
Constitution rewritten, into the red.
But before you take your meds
And let them put you to bed,
Remember Kennedy's brain
Was stolen from his head.
It can be hard to cope
with a message of hope
Try singing' when you're swingin'
at the end of a rope.
But if you scope out the Pope
When he tries to elope
You'll see our tropes are doper
Than a Japanese isotope.
Scan us back to the front,
'Splain us any way you want,
But your brain just explodes,
'Cause our music's so pumpin'.
Lock and load,
We're nobody's fools,
Nobody's tools,
We make it look so easy
You think you know somethin'.

You're playing the slave to the accusers
You're all about craving the abusers
What have you done that you must now become
The American Losers
You're livin' down to your reputation
You're up for early cremation
We're talkin' to you sir,
I create you now,
The American Loser.
You just lay down and die
Out of your mind
Afraid to refuse the illusion.

MC Cyclops:
You gave birth to a revolutionary thought,
Who knew you'd end up like a slave and get bought,
Now you're standing at the gallows looking at your town,
Wondering how the hell it all went down,

You used to be a happy kid running in the grass,
You scraped your knee, fell down, then you'd get up and laugh,
Just about the time they put you in a public school,
They told you that didn't know nothin', what a fool,

So you went along with everybody's chosen path,
Listened to the teachers, one day tried to add up the math,
They handed you a baseball bat and told you to hit the ball,
Made those other kids run until they'd hit the wall,

It's what everyone was doing, that's what they say,
Skipping class, making noise, trying to be okay,
Go back home and lock yourself into a tiny room,
And dream about that one day that you can go to the moon.

EtherGun:
You're playing the slave to the accusers
You're all about craving the abusers
What have you done that you must now become
The American Losers
You're livin' down to your reputation
You're up for early cremation
We're talkin' to you sir,
I create you now,
The American Loser

MC Cyclops:
You got suckered into paying for a college loan,
But you had the world at your fingertips right at home,
I mean you could of went and just read at the library,
Instead you put yourself in debt, just like the world you carry,

Trying to live life in a little living room,
Too comfortable to care if there's another war in bloom,
Stock market takes another tumble, but you're cool,
You took all the money out, but still you feel the fool,

You watch how other countries now are all just takin' off,
It used to be you, be you just took your job soft,
Just like the bulge around your belly, every night a beer,
You watch the game like a pawn, it get's worse every year,

They're eating up your culture, like you're eating all their food,
You still think you're John Wayne when you're in the mood,
Why you gotta watch all those movies, TV shows?,
Because if you don't do it, man you'll just blow.

EtherGun:
You just lay down and die
Out of your mind
If you refuse the illusion.

MC Cyclops:
The judge, he bangs his gavel, feel the sweat from under palms,
A bunch of lawyers looking greedy, gettin' ready bombs,
Now it's time for spoken words and art to beat 'em all,
Got too tired of playing weak and now you're standing tall,

Lettin' loose like a cannon over the Grand Canyon,
Shoot it like a motion picture when the thoughts are jammin',
Till the artists wear their brushes like the cops wear guns,
And the people buy more works of art than any drugs,

It can change in a second, I mean you got the talent,
You never have to listen to the people that just say you're violent,
Because the peace is all dependent on your state of mind,
And if you let some others choose it then you just chose blind,

You gotta get a telescopic type of sight tonight,
Take it to the mountain tops and let loose all your might,
Your story's just beginning, now you got a world to build,
And kick the fortune teller out 'cause nobody's future is sealed.

EtherGun:
When you walk in search of Infinity,
Someone knocks off your hat,
Because they could never be,
Never be, never be.

You pick it up and put it right back on,
Keep walkin', soon you'll be gone
Walkin' beyond this false America,
We thought was home.

Land of Illusions.
Unseen voices hoping now,
To make us feel
We must atone.