The world is changingnNot for the betternIt is unravelingnJust like a sweaternnI saw a picture in a magazinenCIA, father, son, the monarchynThey say there’s threat to the democracynThey’re fucking liarsnThey’re fucking liarsnnCHORUSnnEven my heroes drive SUV’snEven my heroes drive SUV’snWhat can I do to make my own ends meetnI’m selling outnnNow every time I turn my TV onnI hear them playing all my favorite songsnCorporate seduction of my memoriesnNow it’s a jinglennAnd now the war becomes our new sitcomnCampaign of terrornEating from their palmsnThe price of oil’s going through the roofnBut we’re still buyingnYeah, we’re still drivingnnnCHORUSnnEven my heroes drive SUV’snEven my heroes drive SUV’snWhat can I do to make my own ends meetnI’m selling outnnnEven my heroes drive SUV’snEven my heroes drive SUV’snWhat can I do to make my own ends meetnI’m selling out