Well i'd like to tell you all about my nightmare, it's a place
Where big businesses abound and pollution's mere moments away

Where pollution's defined by
Ones least refined
And you'll be left behind
If you help the earth
It's all distorted
In america bushes way

Well my nightmare has come true
My vision has come true

Now I hate mining, tobacco, banking, and oil refining

I want it destroyed now cause the government just pays them

My future's determined by
Thieves, thugs, and vermin
It's quite an excursion
It's not okay
Everything's backwards
In america bushes way

Well my nightmare has come true
My vision has come true

I'm a product
Of my environment
So don't blame me, i just work here

My rights are denied by
Those least qualified
Trading profit for pride
It's not okay
Everything's backwards
In america bushes way

My nightmare has come true
My nightmare has come true
Yeah, it's all coming true