History doesn't make something right 
Consensus is not a fact-based exercise 
You're tied and bound to this selfindulgent 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 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 that 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 your drop to your knees 
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 that 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 your drop to your knees 
There's no substance