Raised on baseball and apple pie Then slowly my spirit began to die Realizations filled my mind Our diseased culture got left behind Will the truth I ever find CHORUS Living in this society has left If you want out there's a price to pay Why is it so hard to change Gotta fuck 'em over one more day All this behavior welded in This elaborate plot how can I win On this culture I depend It's too deep will I ever mend Maybe I can heal if I started now Before they finally make me forget how Future generations will fuck me up again At least we can try and change the one we're in