There's blood on your face, there's blood on my fist.
You know if I were American I'd really be pissed.
Of course this still remains in the realm of fantasy,
But if only I had the strength to make it reality.
I put on my shoes and walk down the stairs,
I count every step just to make sure they're really there.
Later at home I'll watch the tv,
When the strangest of realisations will come over me.

I just found out I know nothing about,
Popular culture and who I'm supposed to be.
The clothing is atrocious and the songs are worse,
So I'll turn away from the screen before it hurts.

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