Like Sprewells On A Wheelchair (Dillinger Four)

Not so jumpy now, downtown No talk of concerns or fear We'll just hand over all our tax money Then bitch about nothing but the price of cable and beer. Oh, how easy it is sometimes To get lost in these party lines Are we cops of the free even overseas Or this 'them and us' mentality ruin our eyes. It's a message from the malcontent We refuse to buy, we're heaven sent With our gameface on We're a UN no-show bullies from the get go. They hit us with this 'love it or leave it' shit Like a dog in a cage trained to beg then sit If that's how it's gonna be I'm not calling this home. Mine's a little voice Shit, I thought that was the point Born of a freedom never realized With manifest destiny kept like a sign from the skies. All around the world They're ignored and pissed Staring back at us Like we're spoiled little kids How have we proven them wrong With police states, hollywood, embargos and radio songs. It's a message from the malcontent We refuse to buy, we're heaven sent With our gameface on We're a UN no-show bullies from the get go. They hit us with this 'love it or leave it' shit Like a dog in a cage trained to beg then sit If that's how it's gonna be I'm not calling this home. We're the land of the free trial membership to crap Where adults can't find world powers on a map Where leaders run free with absconded power Where a flag costs more than you make in an hour Where I stand with so many but we're told we're alone Where I work for a living but I never feel at home.