I feel like drowning middle America in its blandness
Please bring on oblivion
I can't stand the complacency any longer
Please let me choke to death on white bread
Instead of staying here
Or let someone strangle me with my jeans
I hate this uniform anyway
I suppose that I can pretend
That I'm in Tahiti to make it bearable
Until I want American things
Then maybe I'll gag on a Coke