In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
Do you know who you are..
Do you know who you are fucking with?
Do you know the access to weapons money and power
That we have? We will fucking kill you!
I'm the ugliest version of passed down toxic capitalist
Rapid emcee perversion I'm America!
Your bleeding heart liberal drivel gets squashed
Wash em with sterilized rhyme patriot guided weaponry bomb
From the makers of the devious hearts... I'm America!
You bitchy little tarts don't even phase my basic policy
The bomb's smarter, my Ronald Reagan's crush Carter
Prepare big tactics, making young men into martyrs
(Come on down!) Come to my happy promised land
Smiley faced opportunity cypher
And jump on the co flow pension plan
A proletariat, crushing State of the Union
Between serpentine words and mass confusion
Of media controlled blurb advertising disillusionment
Your family will love my low-rent, low-life
No-brain, reality-dagger, movement
Hop over the border for amusement, try to test the waters
That the other slaughter crews periodic using
You up against... Jesus Freak, forming corporations in Young Republicans
Indelible NATO force hidden agenda, puppet governments
I'm loving it! Keep the people guessing who I'm running with
Control the population and hide behind sacred covenants
Fucking with me?!?! Means liberal wildlife burning, gasoline seized
And an auto magnetic third world printed with metal plates in they knees
Can't you hear the disenchanted, hide the scream of
Gabriel's reflected new wind instrument, a judgment played in flat see
I replace humans like robots in a GM factory (Warning! Warning!)
Then explore metaphors to sweat shops, cause the price is satisfactory
Your pious little cries of injustice get met with apathy (aw, shucks!)
Soak, cloak, hormone injected dairy product
And conservative right-wing anti-eroticism the poisonous
Reservoirs and power lines in your neighborhood cause botchilism
Senseless! Join the census, censorship sentences sentence
Triple-felon citizen paid penance!
Dissension against see-F ends in, penitentiary residence
Lock em up first, then ask questions
Omission presence, my CHARM is the weapon
With cameras mics and satellites that leave privacy breathless
You don't even know the chemicals you've ingested
Urine tested... Beat innocent man till he confesses
"Who's America? Who's America? Who's America? Who's America?"
"Who's America? Who's America? Who's America? Who's America?"
I'm America! I'm America! I'm America! Mr. Len, get busy on em!
I'm America arrogant! Terminus verbal curfew murders
You either purchase my products or you're worthless, that's my servants!
Don't look into the oculars of a daylight saver
Erase your city head and monument defacer comprising of
Patriot droids, sent into the void with lead linings
Employed by the bureaucrats of automatic twisted rhyme timing
You're guaranteed nothing but my fat little finger
That lingers one inch off of the big button... Let's start this!
I'm Saran gas, hide in your apartments
I'm stealth like a robot hidden in the fat asshole of Cartman
And give a crippling fuck like sand sharkskin condom
To your apparent vaginal problem, the hottest shit on sound bombing
I'm American till infinite justice measure to pesticide cemetery
Invite you to cross the border then shit on your divinities
What language is that? I'm anguish in fact, tangle with a
Star-spangled standard issue for crowd management
Go wild and get a trial and then a hot cry to harassment
By the crowd force of my mental pedestrian checker,
That smashes subordinate skulls and update the file in your dental records
You trying to get a light but yet the crowd is my paid hecklers (Boo! Boo!)
You just stepped into the spectrum of paranoid word wrangle
Thinking you sick with a silhouette, burn transit cop out his plain clothes
I'm America!! This is where the pain grows like poppies
In a Field of Dreams I paid for, I'll burn it down if operated sloppily
Copy? My economic sanction rhyme style got your syllables
Scraping for rice and riding in a green 1960 jalopy
My favorite flavour of gas is mustard
I'm fucking a blind hermaphrodite icon and convincing you that it's justice!
"Who's America? Who's America? Who's America? Who's America?"
Treason will not be tolerated
You have been enlisted, into a lifestyle that you may not change
Understand! You can't be happy, and smile, for the cameras
Motherfucker!
Do you know who you are fucking with?
Do you know the access to weapons money and power
That we have? We will fucking kill you!
I'm the ugliest version of passed down toxic capitalist
Rapid emcee perversion I'm America!
Your bleeding heart liberal drivel gets squashed
Wash em with sterilized rhyme patriot guided weaponry bomb
From the makers of the devious hearts... I'm America!
You bitchy little tarts don't even phase my basic policy
The bomb's smarter, my Ronald Reagan's crush Carter
Prepare big tactics, making young men into martyrs
(Come on down!) Come to my happy promised land
Smiley faced opportunity cypher
And jump on the co flow pension plan
A proletariat, crushing State of the Union
Between serpentine words and mass confusion
Of media controlled blurb advertising disillusionment
Your family will love my low-rent, low-life
No-brain, reality-dagger, movement
Hop over the border for amusement, try to test the waters
That the other slaughter crews periodic using
You up against... Jesus Freak, forming corporations in Young Republicans
Indelible NATO force hidden agenda, puppet governments
I'm loving it! Keep the people guessing who I'm running with
Control the population and hide behind sacred covenants
Fucking with me?!?! Means liberal wildlife burning, gasoline seized
And an auto magnetic third world printed with metal plates in they knees
Can't you hear the disenchanted, hide the scream of
Gabriel's reflected new wind instrument, a judgment played in flat see
I replace humans like robots in a GM factory (Warning! Warning!)
Then explore metaphors to sweat shops, cause the price is satisfactory
Your pious little cries of injustice get met with apathy (aw, shucks!)
Soak, cloak, hormone injected dairy product
And conservative right-wing anti-eroticism the poisonous
Reservoirs and power lines in your neighborhood cause botchilism
Senseless! Join the census, censorship sentences sentence
Triple-felon citizen paid penance!
Dissension against see-F ends in, penitentiary residence
Lock em up first, then ask questions
Omission presence, my CHARM is the weapon
With cameras mics and satellites that leave privacy breathless
You don't even know the chemicals you've ingested
Urine tested... Beat innocent man till he confesses
"Who's America? Who's America? Who's America? Who's America?"
"Who's America? Who's America? Who's America? Who's America?"
I'm America! I'm America! I'm America! Mr. Len, get busy on em!
I'm America arrogant! Terminus verbal curfew murders
You either purchase my products or you're worthless, that's my servants!
Don't look into the oculars of a daylight saver
Erase your city head and monument defacer comprising of
Patriot droids, sent into the void with lead linings
Employed by the bureaucrats of automatic twisted rhyme timing
You're guaranteed nothing but my fat little finger
That lingers one inch off of the big button... Let's start this!
I'm Saran gas, hide in your apartments
I'm stealth like a robot hidden in the fat asshole of Cartman
And give a crippling fuck like sand sharkskin condom
To your apparent vaginal problem, the hottest shit on sound bombing
I'm American till infinite justice measure to pesticide cemetery
Invite you to cross the border then shit on your divinities
What language is that? I'm anguish in fact, tangle with a
Star-spangled standard issue for crowd management
Go wild and get a trial and then a hot cry to harassment
By the crowd force of my mental pedestrian checker,
That smashes subordinate skulls and update the file in your dental records
You trying to get a light but yet the crowd is my paid hecklers (Boo! Boo!)
You just stepped into the spectrum of paranoid word wrangle
Thinking you sick with a silhouette, burn transit cop out his plain clothes
I'm America!! This is where the pain grows like poppies
In a Field of Dreams I paid for, I'll burn it down if operated sloppily
Copy? My economic sanction rhyme style got your syllables
Scraping for rice and riding in a green 1960 jalopy
My favorite flavour of gas is mustard
I'm fucking a blind hermaphrodite icon and convincing you that it's justice!
"Who's America? Who's America? Who's America? Who's America?"
Treason will not be tolerated
You have been enlisted, into a lifestyle that you may not change
Understand! You can't be happy, and smile, for the cameras
Motherfucker!
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