Well,
I just rolled into London.
I wouldn't know it from Perry.
I'm serving time on Corporation Road.
America, she's everywhere I go.
Syndicated.
Well,
she stocked me up in Canada,
so I tried the Yucatan.
Now I want to know
who told her where I am.
14 hours coach to Japan,
and there she waited.
Syndicated.
Oh my Lord, what on earth have we created?
We the people, Incorporated.
So one night as she lay sleeping,
I snuck on the red-eye flight.
Across the mighty ocean, what did I see?
Every land was made for you and me.
And I
hate it.
And I hate it.
Syndicated.
Some call her evil.
Now that's overstated.
Remember now,
I am related.
So I climbed on board a rocket ship and I pulled
out a 38. You get me off this planet anywhere.
Didn't have no coffee shop up there.
And eventually I got frustrated.
I got frustrated.
I like
it fresh, lip percolated.
Kind of like back home at that place we hated.
Baby, can we
go back home to that place we hated?
No more wannabe expatriated.