The highway’s calling, you’re only young once. Let’s get out and see the nation that is second to none. The rent’s not due for weeks. Route 6 is an easy ride. Your neighbor’s in the backyard burying his hard drive so it sounds like the opportune time to make a clean escape. Grab some kirkies, grab some j’s, let’s see what makes this country great cuz we both like roadtripping like yuppies, so let’s embark; yeah, we both like dropping acid in our state national parks. Turn off the NPR man, I’d rather not hear crap about a war in a country we couldn’t point out on a map. Yeah it’s so many miles wearing down this pilgrim’s feet. It’s so many cops, so many fucking Applebees. Has everything that may have once sparked patriotic pride been sold off to the developers? Has the clown finally cried? When you see the American Jesus stationed on the interstate, he’s wearing an orange jumpsuit and slaving for the CCA. Monticello down from Camden, all on the same coast. California sugar daddies, no there ain’t a brag or boast. The townies become junkies. The junkies become dead when there ain’t a job for them except hillbilly heroin. What exactly happened on the day they say the music died? We lost Tony and we lost Clarence, but Chris Brown is still alive. So if this song depresses you, try retail therapy. You’ve got the right to choose your place in this human centipede. The spirit of the times, debt peonage and ghost towns. What is this unmoved mover? It’s Walmart all the way down. Paper, or plastic, what’s inside your bag? Our former empire of havers is now becoming had. And if you’re not a Sackler, then a Neilsen family. You can stay poor or commit crimes against all humanity. No, the system isn’t broken: it’s at peak efficiency churning out McMansions grinding up young children’s dreams. Friend, take only pictures. Leave only tire tracks. Maybe leak some documents and become an expat but there’s nothing to be proud of in this hollowed out core. Helen Milagro lies supine, Count Carl (Icahn) has the floor. Suddenly it’s a starlight tour of an imminent doomsday and we will damn well know the culprits when we all are washed away but someone tore up Forrest’s crutches, now it’s so easy to see that America runs on bullshit from sea to shining sea.