The State of the End of the Millennium Songtext
von Bad Religion
The State of the End of the Millennium Songtext
Neighbors, nobody loves you like we do
Neighbors, your government has triumphed in finally making you
A public fit for the 21st century
Never before has a governing body shown so much concern
For the economic well-being of its subjects
Today, we have insulated you from countless factions
Who threatens your financial viability
Such as the poor, the idealistic foreigners still clinging to their
Childish notions of social welfare, why
You′re even kept uninformed of useless propagandist journalism
That reports alleged violations of human rights
We all know they wouldn't have been punished
If they hadn′t been doing somethin' wrong
And who better to dispense such blatantly evident factoids
But a self-appointed authority like myself?
Acid rain is a thing of the past, too many possible causes
Too little significance for our modern thinking public
Besides, industrial manufacturing is at an all-time low anyways
Who needs those narrow-minded laborers?
Too many mouths to feed, ha ha
And too much burden on the payroll
Who needs 'em here in the land of the free time
Some other ass backward country will give us what we need
By exploiting its uneducated children anyway
The Internet has expanded our ability
To pacify average Americans better than ever
By offering fantastical adventures to every corner of the imagination
Your home office is the window to your world, and the heart of your social life
Such reclusive behavior helps clear the roads and public works from overburden
Like the lower, middle class and others who depend shamelessly on their government
Today you are freer than ever to do what you want
Provided you can pay for it
Remember, the first word in U.S.A. is us
We have arrived, neighbors, we are the privileged elite
Neighbors, your government has triumphed in finally making you
A public fit for the 21st century
Never before has a governing body shown so much concern
For the economic well-being of its subjects
Today, we have insulated you from countless factions
Who threatens your financial viability
Such as the poor, the idealistic foreigners still clinging to their
Childish notions of social welfare, why
You′re even kept uninformed of useless propagandist journalism
That reports alleged violations of human rights
We all know they wouldn't have been punished
If they hadn′t been doing somethin' wrong
And who better to dispense such blatantly evident factoids
But a self-appointed authority like myself?
Acid rain is a thing of the past, too many possible causes
Too little significance for our modern thinking public
Besides, industrial manufacturing is at an all-time low anyways
Who needs those narrow-minded laborers?
Too many mouths to feed, ha ha
And too much burden on the payroll
Who needs 'em here in the land of the free time
Some other ass backward country will give us what we need
By exploiting its uneducated children anyway
The Internet has expanded our ability
To pacify average Americans better than ever
By offering fantastical adventures to every corner of the imagination
Your home office is the window to your world, and the heart of your social life
Such reclusive behavior helps clear the roads and public works from overburden
Like the lower, middle class and others who depend shamelessly on their government
Today you are freer than ever to do what you want
Provided you can pay for it
Remember, the first word in U.S.A. is us
We have arrived, neighbors, we are the privileged elite
Writer(s): Greg Graffin, Brian Champtaloup Baker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
