21st Century Pop Song

The one true resolve of the flame and the bullet Is a pile of flesh like an unmanned puppet A set of bones gone suddenly still And in a lab under every flag right now Someone's splitting atoms and inventing new breakfast cereals In the shape of their nation's borders And drawing brand new maps Discreetly expanding their nation's borders It's root, root, root for the home team Shout like your dad at the TV screen Tie a dollar bill around a circus flea The fee to flee what you can't see Well, it's root, root, root for the home team Shout like your dad at the TV screen Tie a dollar bill around a circus flea Yo, I agree, with glee, with me, well Somebody told me when the bomb hits Everybody in a two mile radius will be instantly sublimated But if you lay face down on the ground for some time Avoiding the residual ripples of heat, you might survive Permanently fucked up and twisted like you're always underwater refracted Oh, but if you do go gas, there's nothing you can do If the air that was once you is mingled and mashed With the kicked up molecules of the enemy's former body Big kid tested, motherfucker approved Well, root, root, root for the home team Shout like your dad at the TV screen Tie a dollar bill around a circus flea Yo, I agree, with glee, with me You put your life in the hands of the highway designer Your stride, an unforeseen side effect Of the urban planner's realised blueprint dream You put your life in the hands of the highway designers Your stride, an unforeseen side effect Of the urban planner's realised blueprint dream Our font's bigger than your font Our font, so straight, so legible And tall and impenetrable like a fortress Like a column, a skyscraper Our font will crush your font We like our font just fine One font under God, under God, under God Under God, under God Well, it's root, root, root for the home team Shout like your dad at the TV screen Tie a dollar bill around a circus flea The fee to flee what you can't see You put your life in the hands of the highway designers Your stride, an unforeseen side effect Of the urban planner's realised blueprint dream Well, it's root, root, root for the home team Shout like your dad at the TV screen Tie a dollar bill around a circus flea Yo, I agree, with glee, with me You put your life in the hands of the highway designers Your stride, an unforeseen side effect Of the urban planner's realised blueprint dream