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  • History doesn't make something right
    Consensus is not a fact based exercise
    You're tied and bound to this self-indulgent enterprise
    We call America
    A brush with a star, a token of love
    A name in the sand, enough is enough
    A diet of air, a face on the net
    A fish in your palm, your television set
    Once you convince yourself
    The universe falls into place
    You've got your ideas
    And your posse of friends
    You all make up rules
    And the fun never ends
    But still there's a problem leaves you gasping for air
    You look for some meaning, blank smiles are all that's there
    And still water stales, a soft summer breeze
    You cling to your hopes while you drop to your knees
    There's no substance
    There's no substance
    Once you convince yourself
    The universe falls into place
    You've got your ideas
    And your posse of friends
    You all make up rules
    And the fun never ends
    But still there's a problem leaves you gasping for air
    You look for some meaning, blank smiles are all that's there
    And still water stales, a soft summer breeze
    You cling to your hopes while you drop to your knees
    There's no substance
    There's no substance
    There's no substance
    There's no substance...
  • History doesn't make something right
    Consensus is not a fact based exercise
    You're tied and bound to this self-indulgent enterprise
    We call America
    A brush with a star, a token of love
    A name in the sand, enough is enough
    A diet of air, a face on the net
    A fish in your palm, your television set
    Once you convince yourself
    The universe falls into place
    You've got your ideas
    And your posse of friends
    You all make up rules
    And the fun never ends
    But still there's a problem leaves you gasping for air
    You look for some meaning, blank smiles are all that's there
    And still water stales, a soft summer breeze
    You cling to your hopes while you drop to your knees
    There's no substance
    There's no substance
    Once you convince yourself
    The universe falls into place
    You've got your ideas
    And your posse of friends
    You all make up rules
    And the fun never ends
    But still there's a problem leaves you gasping for air
    You look for some meaning, blank smiles are all that's there
    And still water stales, a soft summer breeze
    You cling to your hopes while you drop to your knees
    There's no substance
    There's no substance
    There's no substance
    There's no substance...