Winger - Generica lyrics

My land is wide My skies are blue My goals are high My mark is you My hands are red My legs are long My word is spread Be it right or wrong Good luck getting me to commit My a.k.a. is hypocrite Rather be bullying the underfed And treat you like you got a hole in your head I go... Right round pushing out the riff raff No matter where it came from Never mind the wisdom Only see it my way Take it or the highway Welcome to the land of Generica My gra** is green My bonds are junk My truth looks sheen My soul's in a funk My eyes are blind My talk is cheap My heart is fickle My tax is steep Try my McNuggets and a side of fries Just might k** you off but never-mind Call my doctor to set up a time Two hundred grand oughta do just fine I go... Right round pushing out the riff raff No matter where it came from Never mind the wisdom You only have two choices Guest list or black list Welcome to the land of Generica Don't go thinking outside of the box Might have to kick you right in the crotch Stick with me Mr. Stereotype You know it man, I'll keep you up on the hype I go... Right round imposing my creation Ma** produce it for you Everything looks brand new Put it all on credit A hundred years to pay it Force you to agree While your smiling at me Whoopee! I go... Right round pushing out the riff raff No matter where it came from Never mind the wisdom Only see it my way Take it or the highway Welcome to the land of Generica, Generica