Flesh Eating Creeps - You're Everything That Sucks About America (Live)

Money's the highest branch on the prioritree
Personal gain's the crackling, falling leaves
Unwitting impulse, you're a victim of the capitalist crash
A lingering fear of anything outside of your seven-eleven world
Keeps you plastered in front of the TV, beer in hand
Everytime I need inspiration, I look at you
You're everything that sucks about America

Written by:
Chris Terry

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