3You'd think I'd learn to live with it,
You'd think I'd learn to not give a shit.
An awful anger's been inflamed,
Watch out cause I need someone to blame.
I'm living in a McDonald's wasteland,
Sold to me by a bad boy band.
Nuggets and sauces, burgers and fries,
There's enough sickness to make you cry.
Across the street there's another store,
Kohl's or Macy's, just another bore.
Glitzy lights and Wall Street fights,
Depraved enough to keep me up all night.
And when I die, the light at the end of the tunnel
Will simply be the Golden Arches seen through a funnel.
Big tobacco's playing hackey-sackey with my health
And Burger King is killing me for their wealth.
Sell, sell, sell, it's Hell, Hell, Hell.
But either way, I'd rather not dwell,
Cause what do you expect out of HBO?
You can't better yourself with one of their shows.
I'm losing sleep in my McDonald's nation,
And I'm growing sick of my generation's degradation,
The Golden Arches are gonna make me cry
And commercialism's gonna make me die.
But I think I'll go pull a Starbucks,
Cause in the end I just don't give a...