A mighty nation, captor of the golden fleece,
the soundtrack from Grease,
Jon Bennet deceased, mighty miss American pie,
Hooters ribs and that chicken colonel guy.
Segregation, conscription and spies,
star-spangled homemade banana cream pies,
suburban cultures, chronic vultures,
withered and old, peace in the billfold,
paper gold, stronghold, Cadillac bold,
ignorantly blissful, sadly untold.
51 states with fictitious news,
rags that muse
of pestilence, famine and slaughter,
corpses redden water,
blood hues,
death to the Third World’s daughter.
But all be discarded –
the playoffs have started,
six-figure paychecks to throw a ball
while six-figure death tolls eliminate all.
Why do the heathens rage to the east?
So what if we were a greedy beast,
captors of the golden fleece.