America You’re Freaking Me Out From Exile by The Menzingers Lyrics
[Verse 1]
On the lonely end of history
Swinging and swaying to the murder mystery
Rhyme and reason fled the crime scene
Of new penthouses next to tents in the streets
Oh-ooh-whoa-oh-oh, oh-ooh-whoa-oh-oh
Oh-ooh-whoa-oh-oh, oh-ooh-whoa-oh-oh
[Verse 2]
Well how do I steer my early thirties
Before I shipwreck before I'm forty?
Ain’t it a shame what we ignore
What kind of monsters did our parents vote for?
Oh-ooh-whoa-oh-oh, oh-ooh-whoa-oh-oh
Oh-ooh-whoa-oh-oh, oh-ooh-whoa-oh-oh
[Chorus]
'Cause lately I feel like I'm in "Puppet Vichy, France"
Teaching the devil to dance
To sing-alongs of sirеn songs
To "oohs," to "ahhs," to big applause
With all of my anger, I scream and shout
"Amеrica, I love you, but you’re freaking me out"
[Verse 3]
I was driving through the bible belt
Billboards claiming how Jesus felt
How’d his words confuse themselves?
With cranks for Christians in powerful positions
Oh-ooh-whoa-oh-oh, oh-ooh-whoa-oh-oh
Whose asses are they kissin'?
Oh-ooh-whoa-oh-oh, oh-ooh-whoa-oh-oh
[Chorus]
'Cause I've always felt like all their pomp and circumstance
Is cover for the devil to dance
To sing-alongs of siren songs
To "oohs," to "ahhs," to big applause
With all of my anger, I scream and shout
"America, I love you, but you’re freaking me out"
[Outro]
"America, I love you, but you’re freaking me out"
"America, I love you, but you’re freaking me out"
On the lonely end of history
Swinging and swaying to the murder mystery
Rhyme and reason fled the crime scene
Of new penthouses next to tents in the streets
Oh-ooh-whoa-oh-oh, oh-ooh-whoa-oh-oh
Oh-ooh-whoa-oh-oh, oh-ooh-whoa-oh-oh
[Verse 2]
Well how do I steer my early thirties
Before I shipwreck before I'm forty?
Ain’t it a shame what we ignore
What kind of monsters did our parents vote for?
Oh-ooh-whoa-oh-oh, oh-ooh-whoa-oh-oh
Oh-ooh-whoa-oh-oh, oh-ooh-whoa-oh-oh
[Chorus]
'Cause lately I feel like I'm in "Puppet Vichy, France"
Teaching the devil to dance
To sing-alongs of sirеn songs
To "oohs," to "ahhs," to big applause
With all of my anger, I scream and shout
"Amеrica, I love you, but you’re freaking me out"
[Verse 3]
I was driving through the bible belt
Billboards claiming how Jesus felt
How’d his words confuse themselves?
With cranks for Christians in powerful positions
Oh-ooh-whoa-oh-oh, oh-ooh-whoa-oh-oh
Whose asses are they kissin'?
Oh-ooh-whoa-oh-oh, oh-ooh-whoa-oh-oh
[Chorus]
'Cause I've always felt like all their pomp and circumstance
Is cover for the devil to dance
To sing-alongs of siren songs
To "oohs," to "ahhs," to big applause
With all of my anger, I scream and shout
"America, I love you, but you’re freaking me out"
[Outro]
"America, I love you, but you’re freaking me out"
"America, I love you, but you’re freaking me out"