Verse 1
 
A 
  It’s less sad that it should be to find a dead guy dressed up as Batman 
    G 
His penis out, with a magazine 
      F                               E 
And a Go-Gurt hanging out of his mouth but you know 
 
Chorus 1
 
        A 
We say “hey now”, this is America 
            G 
We got some time to k*ll, and we need a thrill 
      F                            E 
So we die doing the dumbest of shit, here we go 
 
Verse 2
 
      A 
We got people hanging out at abandoned malls, trying to get the dead people to talk to on 
G 
With a little rigged up Bluetooth thing 
       F                              E 
With a feather kicking out of the back and you know 
 
Chorus 2
 
         A 
They got Go-Gurts, ’cos this here’s America 
            G 
We got some time to k*ll, and we need a thrill 
      F                            E 
So we die doing the dumbest of shit, here we go 
 
Verse 3
 
         A 
We got a guy going sixty on a six foot unicycle, gunning down a road that is made of gravel  
         G            
And he’s barreling, towards a hanging bag 
        F                               E 
That is full of flaming Go-Gurts and now he is dead 
 
Outro
 
        A 
I said “hey now”, this is America