America, America
By Arnie Gross
America, America, this is the second time I set out to wander your face and seek your soul. Many times more will I do the same before I am satisfied that you are O.K. I have penetrated the myth that Uncle Sam is everybody’s uncle, and knowing that is a great relief. What a bore to have everything the same. Homogenized people make homogenized children who play with homogenized toys and read homogenized stories about homogenized fairies and goblins, and homogenization makes more homogenization, until a freak is born who is allergic to anything homogenized and that little bastard ruins it for everybody, and nobody cares anymore, and says; “fuck it, I don't care anymore. I'm just going to go out and have fun because everything is going to hell.” Right on! you little allergic bastards. Keep growing and kicking America's ass, because she almost lost her soul to Uncle Sam until you were born.
America, America, this is the second time I set out to wander your face and seek your soul. Many times more will I do the same before I am satisfied that you are O.K. I have penetrated the myth that Uncle Sam is everybody’s uncle, and knowing that is a great relief. What a bore to have everything the same. Homogenized people make homogenized children who play with homogenized toys and read homogenized stories about homogenized fairies and goblins, and homogenization makes more homogenization, until a freak is born who is allergic to anything homogenized and that little bastard ruins it for everybody, and nobody cares anymore, and says; “fuck it, I don't care anymore. I'm just going to go out and have fun because everything is going to hell.” Right on! you little allergic bastards. Keep growing and kicking America's ass, because she almost lost her soul to Uncle Sam until you were born.