You like your coffee black,
your neighborhood white,
your lights are out at nine o' clock at night
Are you affraid of everything, or just the truth?
You've got pre-packaged food,
Family Feud, faith in the church,
and a good clean attitude
Are you affraid of everything, or just the truth?
The only problem that you've got,
is the night that Wheel of Fortune's not
And the only thing you haven't bought,
are the people that are buying you
You are the Moral Majority, devoid of moral priority
You are Barbie Doll sorority
You are the Boys' Club government
How we lust familarity, speedy compact portability
Every step that you take forward,
is a generation back for us
We are the ugly
We are the gay, Impoverished, effeminate, and overweight
Take your consumer culture back from us
It's a fucking economic attack on us all
And the Football Season is the only reason you stay alive in your Prime Time beehive