With California in my rear view
I stopped into a drive-thru
I'll admit I'm just a sucker for convenient and fast
I swear Kansas lasts forever, billboard calling me a sinner
My thoughts were screaming through the vast
Well they grew me in a bubble sheltered me from
All that rubble and said baby history is just the past
So I'm not even gonna try to write a song about America
It's too big and too daunting of a task
Great Plains
Stomach pains
Boarded up windows on the south side of town
Unmarked graves
Jesus saves
Keep your credit up and your head down
You better keep your credit up and your head down
And now I'm passing into Tennessee
Another place I'm scared to be
Where they celebrate the cell and banned the dress
While they hold the burning fork
She's boarding a train to New York
To pay triple rent and learn how to repress
But hey, everything's so different now
With corporate pride campaigns and how
Hollywood is getting so diverse
But I'm not even gonna try to write a song about America
So I'll settle for a chorus and a verse
Great Plains
Stomach pains
Boarded up windows on the south side of town
Unmarked graves
Jesus saves
Keep your credit up and your head down
You better keep your credit up and your head down
A city in the forest so a cop can learn to kill
The ones who blame the addict
Are the ones who made the pill
2 million in cages yet we boast about free will
I feel like dying but there's just too many hills
Oh who the hell am I to write a song about America
But if anybody's listening I will
Great plains
Growing pains
I know things have gotta change I don't know how
Strike the match
We'll start from scratch
Just keep your head up high don't drop your crown
I think we're coming back we're coming back around
We're coming back we're coming back around
We're coming back we're coming back around
I think we're coming back we're coming back
We're coming back we're coming back
We're coming back
Around