Letra da Música American Boy de Juliette Lewis (and The Licks)

Here we go, I got something to tell ya
The land of plenty is the land of privilege
For your blue-eyed culture-deprived
American boy
You got your dicks in a twist
And you're raising your fists
But your argument has been bought and paid for

American boy

So flex that corporate muscle
With your media circle-jerks
While you sell out humanity
Adhd, Ocd, social anxiety
It's money baby!

Hey!
You pushin' me
Hey!
I'm pushin' you
No rhyme or reason
Watch your televison

Hey!
You pushin' me
Hey!
I'm pushin' you
No rhyme or reason
Watch your televison

American boy

Frat boys and military toys
All I see is white noise
With your pussy collections
And your simple minds
I never knew tits could sell so many cars
And you fucking debutantes with your skin flicks
What the fuck is the matter with you?
Gloss up your lips
Show us your tits, man
All for your fifteen minutes of nothin'

American boy

Hey!
You pushin' me
Hey!
I'm pushin' you
No rhyme or reason
Watch your televison

Hey!
You pushin' me
Hey!
I'm pushin' you
No rhyme or reason
Watch your televison

American boy

Hey!
You pushin' me
Hey!
I'm pushin' you
No rhyme or reason
Watch your televison

Hey!
You pushin' me
Hey!
I'm pushin' you
No rhyme or reason
Watch your televison

American boy

I just gotta laugh at you
I just gotta laugh, man
American boy
(Hey, Hey, Hey) Man-made manufactured pussycats
(Hey, Hey, Hey) Hey, don't fear me
Don't fear me
(Hey, Hey, Hey) I'm the little woman

American boy