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