I have faith, but I lack conviction.
I wallow in my contradictions.
I am American
And I am every sin
no nobility within.
I stand and lean, I lean and bend
To the left and the right I sway in the wind.
Confused because I see no wrong in your right
As long as you keep your left out of my sight.
I am a son of the Revolution
three hundred years removed from the solution
Drowning in the twin-party political pollution
I am American!
I am every sin
there is no nobility within.
I am poor I am pauper I am the man on the street corner
I am praying I am proper I am the cuss word on your lip cursing power
I am fifteen percent of the bill… (ing)
I am Kurt Russel and Goldie Hawn role-playing
I am hunger
I am fire
I am a follower of habitual liars
I am lying in the fragments of promises
between possibility and resentment.
there is no answer to the argument
no right to the fight we’re in.
we are brothers and sisters squabbling over breakfast
we are mothers and fathers bickering over refinement
we are family with no entertainment
just our boredom and the sins we create
is there an end to our corruption
Our insatiable consumption?
How do we right our wrongs?
Is time-out enough?
Is sorry, ok?