The Atomic Machines

American

California born and raised

On the playgrounds where I spent most of my days

Poorly educated in public classes

Preserved food built to feed the massive hope

 

Shy town to Minnesota

They fill there pride as they fill there quota

Men made of steel

Miss American me

Home of the brave

Land of the free

 

American nightmare

American dream

Livin fast on the road to nowhere

In the machine

Live fast

Die young

Never fall

So what

 

We’re still dying in the machine

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