Poster Children - Blatant Dis lyrics

The son of Uncle Sam smiles and shakes my hand Shakes me down and tells me that he wants to be my friend His arms are thirty-eights and his head's a TV set Showing reruns around the clock of Norman Rockwell's greatest hits He's completely bullet-proof underneath a three piece suit I fire off a couple rounds but I never hit the truth He doesn't have a plan all he's selling is a dream The only time your dreams come true is when you've fallen fast asleep I can't believe what you believe It's not the way things used to be It's not as easy to agree That I'm to blame for everything I don't mean that much to you And you don't mean that much to me But if I have to live with you Then you will have to live with me I may be sick, but you're the disease You're the disease The son of Uncle Sam smiles and tips his hat Takes me for a ride in his bloodstained Cadillac He talks about the future but the car is in reverse We're pa**ed by a Japanese sixty mile per gallon hearse Separated from the world by a pane of tinted gla** He's too blind to realize that we're running out of gas I get out and push the car as he steers us towards the ditch After I leave him behind I find my pockets have been picked I can't believe what you believe It's not the way things used to be It's not as easy to agree That I'm to blame for everything I don't mean that much to you And you don't mean that much to me But if I have to live with you Then you will have to live with me I may be sick, but you're the disease You're the disease