Juliette & The Licks - American Boy lyrics

Here we go I got something to tell ya,

The land of plenty is the land of privilege

For your blue-eyed culture-deprived American boy

You got your dicks in a twist and you're raising your fists

But your argument has been bought and paid for

American boy

So flex that corporate muscle with your media circle-jerks

While you sell out humanity

ADHD OCD social anxiety

It's money baby!

Hey!

You pushin' me

Hey!

I'm pushin' you

No rhyme or reason

Watch your televison

Hey!

You pushin' me

Hey!

I'm pushin' you

No rhyme or reason

Watch your televison

Frat boys and military toys

All I see is white noise

With your pussy collection and your simple minds,

I never knew tits could sell so many cars

And you fuckin' debutantes with your skin flicks,

What the fuck is the matter with you?

Gloss up your lips, Show us your tits man

All for your fifteen minutes of nothin'

I just gotta laugh at you,

I just gotta laugh man

Man-made manufactured pussycats

Hey don't fear me

Don't fear me I'm the little woman