TheLastThingYouSee

Yeah, I live in the land of the free Where magazines tell me I’m ugly And society tells me who I should be You know—anyone but me What’s wrong with this place? We’re told to embrace individuality But I must change my appearance And even my personality Over 34 million tons yearly Yeah, that’s what statistics say We could feed a starving country With the food we throw away What’s wrong with this place? We waste so much And give so little With our charitable side it’s time to get in touch This is America, the home of the brave The military recruits young men and women to enslave They’re taught how to behave and given lives to save Then sent to an early grave What’s wrong with this place? Innocent lives are put at stake By fighting unnecessary wars For reputation’s sake We obsess over material things And long for the contentment wealth brings Everyone wants to live like kings Because poverty’s reality stings What’s wrong with this place?  Tax breaks reward the rich And penalize the poor Now that’s a bitch On honesty we’re told to rely But we listen to politicians who lie Legitimacy is in short supply Yet there is no major outcry What’s wrong with this place?  We want our voices to be heard But some people are too lazy to vote Isn't that absurd? What’s wrong with this world? Love of money fills us with greed We always want more, more, more But we should help those in need What’s wrong with this world? Truth becomes lies The guilty are innocent Honest people we’re taught to despise What’s wrong with this world?