You are the epitome of the American shame
You take for granted the food on your plate
You blame all your problems on skin of a darker shade
You are the epitome of the American shame
You bite the hand that feeds you
Spite the hands that bleed
How do you look in the mirror, coward that you are?
You blame all your problems on people from afar
Your final refuge will be no defense
Hung out to dry as you walk the fence
And you'll realize when your pantry runs dry
All the shelves are empty, no more food to buy
And when your belly is empty and your kitchen cold
You will realize you chose the wrong scapegoat
American shame
