You can hear the sound
of each little town,
'Cause they all sing,
every mile a town pops
up, Full of pride for
this country,
And now a shroud appears
on the horizon,
Wish I could blink and
miss this one as well

What could be worse?
What could be further from home?
Dumb little world,
Dizzy & spitting up blood

Can't live here there's
nothing I recognize,
I keep looking,
Reference points are
hard to find when each
home looks just the same,
But I can hear the
anthem playing,
That sound will drive
me further away

I won't buy into it,
This bad deal,
Not so much as
a dime for my
homeland,
This place is so wrapped up in
itself, playing
the theme song to
my expatriaton