Not so jumpy now, downtown   No talk of concerns or fear   We'll just hand over all our tax money   Then bitch about nothing but the price of cable and beer.   Oh, how easy it is sometimes    To get lost in these party lines   Are we cops of the free even overseas   Or this 'them and us' mentality ruin our eyes.      It's a message from the malcontent   We refuse to buy, we're heaven sent   With our gameface on   We're a UN no-show bullies from the get go.   They hit us with this 'love it or leave it' shit   Like a dog in a cage trained to beg then sit   If that's how it's gonna be    I'm not calling this home.      Mine's a little voice   Shit, I thought that was the point   Born of a freedom never realized   With manifest destiny kept like a sign from the skies.   All around the world   They're ignored and pissed    Staring back at us   Like we're spoiled little kids   How have we proven them wrong   With police states, hollywood, embargos and radio songs.      It's a message from the malcontent   We refuse to buy, we're heaven sent   With our gameface on   We're a UN no-show bullies from the get go.   They hit us with this 'love it or leave it' shit   Like a dog in a cage trained to beg then sit   If that's how it's gonna be    I'm not calling this home.      We're the land of the free trial membership to crap   Where adults can't find world powers on a map   Where leaders run free with absconded power   Where a flag costs more than you make in an hour   Where I stand with so many but we're told we're alone   Where I work for a living but I never feel at home.