[Verse 1]
Power-packed, organically charged animator
Decorator decorating audible landscapes with drapes
Bendable, fitted to life's curvature
Unsure, inexplicable signature
Habitual truant, keeping the lines congruent
Top dollar justice for the rich and affluent
Like a baby's diaper, we change and wipe
Their happy little assholes closing tighter
Their happy little assholes closing tighter
Their happy little assholes closing tighter

[Verse 2]
Highly-acclaimed fiction writer
Nail biter, gunfighter, ninety-word-a-minute typer
Hyper since the incubator, now a chronic masturbator
Traitor to his people and a frequent bedroom perpetrator
He loves his cocaine, he listens to Coltrane
Afraid of automobiles, trains, and planes
Backpacks the mountain to keep sane
Backpacks the mountain to keep sane
Backpacks the mountain to keep sane

[Verse 3]
River rat, inflatable tube mercenary
Visionary visualizing national uprise, reprise
Working out under the blue ceiling, reeling
Falling asleep to deep feeling, rise
Always addicted to sunrise
Don't care anymore, glaze over his eyes
By the end of the summer the river dries
By the end of the winter the man dies
By the end of the winter the man dies
By the end of the winter the man dies
[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 4]
Sitting back, electronically charged armchair
Arm hair sticking up
Chillin' in his underwear scared
Gullible, tricked by mass media
Trivia, terrorism hysteria
America, a nation scared shitless
Witless, rest of the world has bared witness
Kicks back, enjoys his massage
While the pride of his country is robbed
While the pride of his country is lost
While the pride of his country is robbed