Raised on baseball and apple pie 

Then slowly my spirit began to die 

Realizations filled my mind 

Our diseased culture got left behind 

Will the truth I ever find 



CHORUS 

Living in this society has left 

If you want out there's a price to pay 

Why is it so hard to change 

Gotta fuck 'em over one more day 



All this behavior welded in 

This elaborate plot how can I win 

On this culture I depend 

It's too deep will I ever mend 



Maybe I can heal if I started now 

Before they finally make me forget how 

Future generations will fuck me up again 

At least we can try and change the one we're in