You can hear the sound of each little town, 'cause they all sing, every
mile a town pops up, full of pride for this country, and now a shroud
appears on the horizon, wish I could blink and miss this one as well.
What could be worse? What could be further from home? Dumb little world,
dizzy & spitting up blood. Can't live here there's nothing I recognize,
I keep looking, reference points are hard to find when each home looks
just the same, but I can hear the anthem playing, that sound will drive
me further away. I won't buy into it, this bad deal, not so much as a
dime for my homeland, this place is so wrapped up in itself, playing the
theme song to my expatriaton.