Good American

Ole Mississippi muddy waters ripple and sway
Black sun horizon bleeding on the old highway
And it don’t really matter what the hell ya’s tryin' to say
Keep coming mama, lord she’s standing ten feet tall
Such pretty babies love to see me squirm and crawl
She say it don’t really matter but the world is getting much to small
Turn on the TV watch wasted lives on television
Living is easy with numbing mindless soul submission
Dead people laughing, fill the room with empty chatter
Be good Americans and tell yourself it doesn’t matter
Ole Mississippi winding down and gathering prey
This summer blood hounds only coming out to play
'Cause it don’t really matter how you claim to spend your days