The Divided States of America

The chair that your father once sat in is gone
Got dragged off to the dump to be grabbed by some homeless men
Who tonight will sit in it around their campfire
Recalling the horrors of their experiences in various US wars

They could be having such a fine old time
It ain't cool spreading rumors
But sometimes they get a little concerned
How no one is ever at home any more
In Americain America
In the divided states of America

Now the streets are all empty except for the sound
Of some fool preacher on a PA about a mile away
And though his sermon is surely as loud as its lonely
Don't bother listening cause nothing is ever said
Why do they listen when nothing is ever said

He could be having such a fine old time
It ain't cool spreading rumors
But still he gets a little concerned
How no one is ever at home any more
In America in America
In the divided states of America

Hear them AKs a'popping
See our school kids a'dropping
Our core of decency gone
See how the neighbors just look kinda wrong
See how up becomes down
And the whole world gets so turned around
And did you notice
That wherever you go
Up there on the TV
That goddamn Fox news
is ALWAYS on

We could be having such a fine old time
It ain't cool spreading rumors
But sometimes we get concerned
How no one is ever at home any more
How no one is ever at home any more
In the divided states of America
In the divided states of America
In the divided states of America