A completely sarcastic song. I wrote this in when I was angry. It became a typical punk song, but I still like it, mostly for the lyrics.
punk garage rock ska alte
Chorus:
I'm proud to be an American
Where the Indians once were slain
But now they live in trailer homes
It's called affirmative action
Where we all take medication
Cuz we're all fucking insane
I'm proud to be an American
Where I can get a gun after a three day wait
Where we can take over whatever we want
And where we don't give a fuck about the UN
Everyone says that America sucks
But I can't hear them over my huge truck
It gets three whole miles to the gallon
And for some reason it's hard to breathe
On the way to my 9 to 5 job
Where we contribute to the American cause
Making weapons used for imperialism
And making people bleed
Chorus
After work I head to the coffee shoppe
And pay five dollars for a café latte
I know kids halfway round the world would kill for that cash
But I don't really care
Cuz I'm nice and cozy wearing fifty dollar shirts
While they live in a house made of dirt
None of that even remotely affects me
In the simplest way
