Intro: Verse Looks like the monsoons are coming to ruin the 4th of July. It always ends up exactly like this every year at exactly this time. I went outside, took down the flag, reduced it to rags, and engulfed it in fire. Only a nation under manipulation could swallow the lies. I’m out of line. I’m out of line. I’d better get my ass back in the line. Only a country filled with idiot people could swallow the lies. Insrtumental: Verse Looks like a snowstorm is brewing to ruin our Christmas again. It always ends up exactly like this every time that I get off the plane. I hate religion, but I don’t blame the stories: It’s the folks who believe I despise. Only a world so desperate for meaning could swallow the lies. I’m out of line. I’m out of line. I’d better get my ass back in the line. Only a fool filled with half-baked ideas could swallow the lies. I’m out of line. I’m out of line. I’d better get my ass back in the line. Only a fool filled with half-baked ideas could swallow the lies.