Campfire stories of undiscovered territories,
rippin' up newspapers, sayin' all my see-you-laters,
hot pocket lock-it fat American nihilist with your styleless, ripped up hollister jeans.
Tell me what it means when everyone is individually the same; all wildly tame.
Its incredible, quite unforgettable- sheep mentality is now mainstream.
You'll never hear my scream,
its drowned out by a chorus of 'Hail to the Chief,'-
hand it over to the thief
'cause you'll never remember the fifth of November-
he set an example but you didn't even take a sample
'cause you're too comfortable in your houses,
fighting with your spouses.
You're trying to live the great American Dream;
let me tell you its only a dream.
Without habeas corpus and with the Patriot Act,
think wrong and you'll get smacked by your old uncle Sam,
he'd do it cause of who I am.
I know your starting to tire, so I'm leaving this campfire.
I'm never coming back- I'm getting the world back on track.