I was sunshine dancing at the speed of light
With the poise and grace of an NSA satellite
I was the last engineer on the nonsense train
I had a gold membership in the NRA
Imagine a styrofoam container; its worth is undeniable
Common, inexpensive, the structure is reliable
It can be grown by anyone, it blooms twice a year
In fact, there’s a nursery full of them not two blocks from here
In America, the free of the land and the brave
So behave or be sent to one of our many crowded prisons
Congressman call themselves patriots for spying on their citizens
Frack it in your backyard, it's just the time we live in
With political balls of yarn
Styrofoam farms
All the propaganda sold out and lost its charm
But the disclaimer told me the country came to no harm
So let’s all do our alma mater!

This land is your land, this land is my land
From the drunk dicktip at the frat house
To the mangy homeless veteran
From the man-made borders
To the 150 countries that have been occupied by the United States military
This land was made for you and me

I see a warehouse of boxes full of "I Voted!" stickers
The loan somebody needed for textbooks and iClickers
It's American History X, not American Pickers
Pop, you're racist when you're hungry, cut your shit, eat a Snickers
I'm as worthless as the person singing protest songs
No, I’m the rhetoric preached by some bigoted prick
No I'm a dude trying to prove his masculinity by talking about his dick
With a tart heart cold enough to make the snowfall stick

Here in the Big Lick
Here in the NRV
My home, the source of all of Eden's envy
The only thing I have to worry about is some poor kid going "crazy"
And the folks at Cook Counseling acting apathetic and lazy
And yeah, I know, it's fucked but it's true
You'd think $30,000 a year would get you someone to talk to
But I guess we'll buy the lie of higher education
And work for forty years to afford houses our diplomas can be framed in

This land is your land, this land is my land
From the single mother at Broward College
To the future president at Penn
From the 1% / to the 1 in 5 millennials living in poverty
This land was made for you and me