Miss America

 

here comes miss america like a bitchy bride
all dressed up and rich and still not satisfied
I hope we never have to say
I hope we never have to say
we probably could have saved her if we'd tried

sooner or later we'll follow her out of wherever it is that we hide
our personal
our sexual
our sociocultural divides
they shouldn't be so hard to cross
they shouldn't be so hard to cross
as long as we can walk without our pride


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everybody sing high, high, high
sing low, low, low
if you really want to get it all you've got to let it go
sing my, my, my
sing no, no, no
hey, miss america, maybe we can make it so
hey, miss america, maybe we can make it so


but we are lost in the service of mammon
we are feasting on nothing but famine
and our loss is a function of pride
and our pride is a function of fear
we are clutching what does not exist
till we're trapped in our very own fist
and letting that go is our only way out of here

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now here come the pretty paupers with their millionaire's perfume
wondering what it takes to be miss america's groom

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