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Well i'd like to tell you all about my dream, it's a place
Where strip malls abound and diversion's mere moments away
Where culture's defined by the
Ones least refined
And you'll be left behind
If you don't fit in
It's all distorted
In americana my way
Well my dream has come true
My vision has come true
Now give me my cable, fast food, four-by's, tat's right away
I want it right now cause my generation don't like to wait
My future's determined by
Thieves, thugs, and vermin
It's quite an excursion
But it's okay
Everything's backwards
In americana my way
Well my dream has come true
My vision has come true
I'm a product
Of my environment
So don't blame me, i just work here
My rights are denied by
Those least qualified
Trading profit for pride
But it's okay
Everything's backwards
In americana my way
My nightmare has come true
My nightmare has come true
Yeah, it's all coming true
Where strip malls abound and diversion's mere moments away
Where culture's defined by the
Ones least refined
And you'll be left behind
If you don't fit in
It's all distorted
In americana my way
Well my dream has come true
My vision has come true
Now give me my cable, fast food, four-by's, tat's right away
I want it right now cause my generation don't like to wait
My future's determined by
Thieves, thugs, and vermin
It's quite an excursion
But it's okay
Everything's backwards
In americana my way
Well my dream has come true
My vision has come true
I'm a product
Of my environment
So don't blame me, i just work here
My rights are denied by
Those least qualified
Trading profit for pride
But it's okay
Everything's backwards
In americana my way
My nightmare has come true
My nightmare has come true
Yeah, it's all coming true
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I agree it's about consumerism and not capitalism per se, and it's very important to recognize the lyric after "don't blame me, I just work here- but I wanna fuck (it up, it all, or some other subdued anarchistic line that's hard to discern over the guitar). Even the people that know they *should* rage against the machine (ha) still don't. Why? That's the beauty of the Americana. You have to be "radical" to speak out or better yet, act out against it. It's Heidegger's classic They-Self mentality that binds us to our consumer ways. It's scary to act in an authentic way, and the liberation of it can only be felt once it's achieved.
Also, this song is NOT about kids. It's about everyone. Most kids can't afford the materialistic things Dexter's singing about - their parents can, and by buying those things for their kids only perpetuate the idea - Buy, buy, buy.
but i hope we're not all like this, i have to grow up with this stuff. I have to live with my generation for the rest of my life.
'Where culture's defined by the ones least refined'
why are people like 50 cent or rock-stars role models?