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Fat people in shopping malls
Meet me at the big and tall
Not for sale but might be for rent
Raise up the flag on the circus tent

You might miss America when it's gone
You might miss America when it's gone
You might miss America, Paranoid hysteria
You might miss America when it's gone
When it's gone

Crap movies and shit TV
We got it all most defiantly
Lots of drugs and lots of guns
But no one seems to be having much fun

You might miss America when it's gone
You might miss America when it's gone
You might miss America, Paranoid hysteria
You might miss America when it's gone
When it's gone, when it's gone (yeah, yeah, yeah!)

Bring out your dead, let's see 'em smile
The last one left gets the top of the pile
Bring out your dead let's go for a walk
Everyone's afraid to throw the first rock

Bring out your dead, let's see 'em smile
The last one left gets the top of the pile
Bring out your dead let's go for a walk
Everyone's afraid to throw the first rock

Fire crack on the forth of July
You're dressing up in a suit and a tie
Starting wars all over the world
Nice place for a boy and a girl (that's right)

You might miss America when it's gone
You might miss America when it's gone
You might miss America, Paranoid hysteria
You might miss America when it's gone
When it's gone, when it's gone (yeah, yeah, yeah!)
Fat people in shopping malls   Meet me at the big and tall   Not for sale but might be for rent   Raise up the flag on the circus tent      You might miss America when it's gone   You might miss America when it's gone   You might miss America, Paranoid hysteria   You might miss America when it's gone   When it's gone      Crap movies and shit TV   We got it all most defiantly   Lots of drugs and lots of guns   But no one seems to be having much fun      You might miss America when it's gone   You might miss America when it's gone   You might miss America, Paranoid hysteria   You might miss America when it's gone   When it's gone, when it's gone (yeah, yeah, yeah!)      Bring out your dead, let's see 'em smile   The last one left gets the top of the pile   Bring out your dead let's go for a walk   Everyone's afraid to throw the first rock      Bring out your dead, let's see 'em smile   The last one left gets the top of the pile   Bring out your dead let's go for a walk   Everyone's afraid to throw the first rock      Fire crack on the forth of July   You're dressing up in a suit and a tie   Starting wars all over the world   Nice place for a boy and a girl (that's right)      You might miss America when it's gone   You might miss America when it's gone   You might miss America, Paranoid hysteria   You might miss America when it's gone   When it's gone, when it's gone (yeah, yeah, yeah!)