America Speaks For Itself

by Michael Psycho



released July 1, 1997


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Michael Psycho

Old, angry guy and reputedly the world's most hated musician. Creator of DIY classics such as the 1990 vinyl slab named "Think" (re-released on S-S Records in 2014). The world is his playpen. He always gets what he wants in the end. He has the uncanny ability to witness karma and schadenfreude simultaneously. People in "I ♥ Haters" shirts hate him. ... more

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Track Name: America Speaks For Itself
Such a lovely way to live, night after night

If you fail to find a mate, maybe you can fight

Saturate yourself in foreign substances

And pretend you can dance.

Hey, you've got a right, you earned it

'cause you are a good American.

(So God bless you!)

HEY! Have you heard the latest non-conformist band?

SURE you have! The stations play 'em forty times a day!

Spend a fortune on some concert tickets

Just to say that you were there.

(I was right THERE, man!)

Hey, you've got a right, you earned it

'Cause you are a good American.

(So rock on!)

That garbage at the fast food joint is really foul and weak

But you spend your money there 'bout seven times a week.

So what if they tear up rainforests

Just so you can get a cheaper meal?

(Hey, that's called PRAW-gress and CAP-talizm!)

Hey, you've got a right, you earned it

'Cause you are a good American.

(Hey, they get their tax breaks like everyone else, RIGHT?)

Uh oh, looks like you got too hooked up on their sick game

You skipped work to party too many times

And they said, "See ya!"

Put your stuff in storage

And take tours of your friends' couches for a while.

(Things will get better, you'll see)

Things will straighten up

And you'll be back into the game.

But somehow when things don't get worse

Then they're all just the same.

But, you know, America's still OK, isn't it?
Track Name: Another Stupid Pop Song
Here's another stupid pop song
With no brains or soul to it
But we know you'll learn to love it
'Cause we'll tell you it's a hit

We'll suck up to radio people
Buy them lunch and lots of drinks
Kissing butts will give us airplay
So what if the music stinks

This to us is strictly business
Marketing and royalties
Units shipped and albums sold
To CEOs we aim to please
Track Name: Universal Product Code
Step right up, there's nothing to fear
Bring your money over here
It's cool, it's hip, it's all the rage
It will keep you in our cage
We're the ones no one can stop
We're the powers at the top
We will tell you what you need
In your brains we'll plant the seed

Modern culture dictated by children
Out of the mouths of babes so fashion goes
Media will scramble for your attention
Corporations watch their profits grow

Profit margins are our claim to fame
Selling snake oil is our game
You don't really need the crap
But you fell for our clever rap
Work all day and sleep all night
Easy to keep you in our sight
If you don't keep buying stuff
Your existence ain't worth enough

Better stick to buying pricey new things
Or what will all your friends and neighbors say
Second hand is for the lower classes
In our grips you know you're doomed to

Track Name: You Are SO Cool!
I'm sorry I'm not cool enough for you

I'm just not cool enough

And you are just too cool

Gee I bet that all your friends

All think that you're so cool

That's why you let them be your friends

'Cause they can never be as cool as you

And they can all admire you

'Cause you are just too cool

But I can't figure out

What you have ever really done

To make yourself so cool

You basically just show up at all

The trendy spots

And you just hang around and demonstrate

How to be cool

And talk a bunch of trash with your

Social clique du jour

About all of the people who you don't

Think are as cool

But now you're in my telescope

I'm scrutinizing you

And personally from my perspective

You're a useless fool

Without your outer camouflage

You're just so destitute

Of any everlasting value

Or a coherent thought

I really don't give a rat's ass

About what you own or bought

If you need to disparage me

Consider if you can

You're just a mental midget

And I'm a wiser man

Fascists like you show me

What is wrong with our domain

I point out idiots like you

And I've no need to explain

To anyone who needs to know

Why our society's heart and soul

Is washing down the drain

So don't you even look at me

If you know what's good for you

You'll only end up smearing yourself

Since as you know deep down inside

You're not really a socialite

You're just a prostitute

Your tricks are admiration

From those just as dumb as you

But it don't matter what I say

'Cause you are just too cool...

Your flatulations smell just like roses 'cause you're too cool!
Track Name: What A Man'll Do...
What a man'll do for pussy...

He'll make her think that he really likes her personality

And he'll make her think he really knows her too completely

He'll make her like him and think he's such a nice guy

He'll have her completely and irreversibly convinced

That he'll take her places that she's never been

And he'll shower her with lots of ritzy things

And he'll have her convinced that he might commit

But actually he just wants to get in her pants

And stick his penis in her vagina until he ejaculates

And hope to do it a few more times until he's sick of her

Then he hopes to find another fine girl to repeat the process

But as it turns out that he is such a loser

That he can't find anyone else so he'll stick with her

And so he'll convince himself that she is the one

That he wants to spend his life with so he'll buy a ring

Because she has a fine ass body and she lets him

Stick his penis into her vagina until he ejaculates

And then real soon he convinces her that she can

Throw her birth control away and try to start a family

And then nine months later they've got a mouth to feed

And then real soon it does not look too merry anymore

She starts to gain some cellulite on her hips and thighs and butt

And as it turns out his entry level service job

Can't pay for diapers or anything the baby needs

And then he gets depressed and frustrated and makes a snap decision

And he just ups and leaves her high and dry

And she can't apply for welfare 'cause they made all those cuts

And nowadays there's absolutely no sign of Daddy

So she can't get no child support and moves in with her parents

Because somehow once upon a time he managed to convince her

That she's gonna be his wife for the rest of their lives

And that they'd be like soulmates for all eternity

And they'd become upstanding members of the community

A Ward Cleaver role model for his children

Living the American dream

So let this be a lesson for all you horny men

And you women looking at them and envisioning

Baby boots and carriages thinking you've got it planned

Well let me tell you goddamn you better have a plan

If you're not really committed to this then you are gonna learn

First hand straight in the hard way what it's like to get burned

before you take the steps to bring human life into this world

You'd better know you'd better try to see what's real

And what will pass for

What a man'll do for pussy...
Track Name: Burn to the Ground
The market is a depressing place

Where hucksters parade their wares

And bourgeois clones fall over themselves

To buy artificial joy

I only want to go to Babylon

Just to watch it burn to the ground

In this setting of sham tranquility

Your dollar is your blood,

Your bank is your body,

And your job is your cross.

You are what you buy

Your value to them is your

Potential to be used

And worn out

If you can not produce

They will kill you slowly

By letting you slip through the cracks

And erase social programs

Giving the impression

That you died at your own hand

They will lessen opportunity

And bold faced lie

About your own uselessness

They will make it more difficult

As time goes by

For your happiness and success

They’ll increase their power

As they become more secure

And guarantee their control

Their money machine is now running smooth

And you can go to Hell

After all it is their noble duty

To protect you from yourself
Track Name: RF Media
They want to know what you see

They want to know what you hear

They are making every effort

To keep up with what you do

Your friendly local NSA

Is very interested in you

And that just is not enough

Now they must alter your thoughts

Beam out the frequencies

And they may work or they may not

Radio frequencies

To try to dictate your thoughts

Mind control in the first degree

Thought control it's plain to see

Just some dumb experiment

What scares me is their intent

Their main motive is sincere

Their main goal is pretty clear

Mass manipulation plans

Electromagnetic iron hand

See those antenna dishes

Up on that tall building's roof

Your local government

Has no idea what they do

They just accommodate

'Cause there is fuck else to do...
Track Name: Working For The Cops
Working for the cops
You get a shiny badge
You get to tote a gun
And your stick is big
Citizens are scared of you
And restaurants give you food
You can beat somebody's ass
Just for being rude

Working for the cops
You get benefits
You get to play with a siren
With flashy lights and shit
There are informants to hit up
And ticket quotas to fill
You can jump anyone you want
Just don't get it filmed
Track Name: Join Your Local Militia
Join your local militia

Be a hero in your own mind

Join your local militia

Play soldier and pretend you’re at war

Join your local militia

Hate the government in a militant way

Join your local militia

Be a paranoid dumb fuck sign up today

It’s a patriotic thing

We don’t hate the government

You’d probably never understand

And we don’t really either

We just read the Constitution

Almost all the way through

And we know for sure

It says we can shoot anybody

Waco was a tragedy

We don’t really support Koresh

We just think he’s a great excuse

To foster our ideals

We got a lot of desperate hicks

Who live in hick towns in the sticks

To pay us dues and wear a patch

Which notes their unit name

Timothy McVeigh

Was a patriotic dude

Then he got caught and prosecuted

Now he’s not so cool

He’s kind of a pariah

Doesn’t garner much support

But when we have secret meetings

To St. Tim we raise a toast

The UN is plotting

A hostile takeover

They’re sending in black helicopters

From the Canadian border

And our government is selling out

To these foreign threats

We should be the ones in charge

So we can dictate all the rest
Track Name: E Pluribus Unum
America, America
What has happened to your
Once proud and mighty dream?
You have replaced it
With greed, deep greed
And nonstop consumerism
What has happened to your dream
You have replaced it
With the common denominator
Of your denominations of your currency
America, America
What has happened to your dream
You have replaced it
With the cheapening of human life
For the profit margin
Profit at any cost
America, America
What has happened to your dream

America, America
What have you done
To your land?
You have slaughtered down
You hacked forests down
To dirt
You have destroyed
Your Native people
Imprisoned and herded them
Like livestock
What has happened to your dream
What has happened
True or lie
The home of the free

America, America
Why have you disrespected
Our fellow members
Of the planet so?
You act as if you own
The entire world
Just because you have
The most powerful bombs
America, America
What has happened to your dream
You destroy other governments
When you feel the need
America, America
Why do you despise yourself so
That you must despise others
America, America

America, America
You are supposed to be the salvation
Of the tired and poor of the world
Now you see those within your borders
Who are suffering from poverty
And only see them as a liability
Someone to sweep under the rug
Like a crazy aunt in the attic
Someone to deny responsibility
Even though the capitalist system
Which you condone
Keeps them down
And in poverty
America, America
What has happened to your dream

America, America
You claim to be the land of the free
But you imprison more human beings
Than any other nation in the world
Any free nation
Claiming to be a free nation
Such as yourself
Would figure to be a little more

America, America
What has happened to your dream
The eagle is withering its feathers
And is dying
The eye of the pyramid
is going blind
What will you do
What will you do
With your future
Will you let it self-destruct
America, America
What has happened to your dream
Track Name: Patronizing Medley
(These are well known American patriotic tunes. If you can't sing along already, Google the lyrics. -MP)

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