Made in America
You thought that you could outsmart
The very thing that runs the blood of your kind?
You're sick with greed and a lust
For that, you will give up your will and your pride
You're hoping you will be saved
No matter what you have raised
Behold the depths of depravity and decay
It's happened on your watch
Your time is running out before worlds collide
You went and opened the box
And then it came in a slick little package
That drove you insane
'Cause your thirst for stuff
Is never slaked
And now the end is nigh, the apocalypse here
In a package that's not what it appears
You may ask why the doll, well that's all it takes
When you're made in America
In a valley of silicon
Welcome to Wiggly's shop
Your America assembly line
We've got toys and trucks and big fat butts
That'll help you pass the time
Hey kids, you know that you grow up
With all the crap you want
Just sprinkle it with dust
And a gob of fuckin' lust
And you wave your world goodbye
Wiggly, wiggly
Wiggle, wiggly
Wiggly, wig-
Wa-wiggle, wiggle
Wiggly, wiggly (wiggle wiggle, wiggle wiggle, wiggle wiggle)
Wiggle, wiggly (wiggle wiggle, wiggle wiggle, wiggle wiggle)
Wiggly, wiggly, wig-
Hello, Mr. Presy-wes
Welcome to Drowsy-Town
It's you!
Don't be frightened
You're my bestest buddy-wud
No! I've come to tell you to leave us alone!
Leave? Just before Christmas?
It's going to be my birthday, you know?
I wouldn't want to miss out on opening all my presents
I think I'll start with you
I'm going to cut open your belly-well
and deck the halls with your gutsy-wutsies!
Enough!
John!
You!
Your minions may do me no harm
Wiggly
for I cut through them with a blade of truth
Begone!
I'm sorry, John, I fucked it up!
Don't worry Mr. President
we'll get you out of here
It's too late, John!
Wiggly's prophet has been chosen
and as soon as she has a doll
she will bring about his birth
You opened the box
A doll came out
And he'll touch down soon
To erase any doubt
That is all you need
To fill your heart
Now the end is nigh
the apocalypse here
In a package that preys
on the worst of your fears
The gambit is done
A work of art
That was made in America
In a valley of silicon
We're all made in America
In a valley of silicon
The very thing that runs the blood of your kind?
You're sick with greed and a lust
For that, you will give up your will and your pride
You're hoping you will be saved
No matter what you have raised
Behold the depths of depravity and decay
It's happened on your watch
Your time is running out before worlds collide
You went and opened the box
And then it came in a slick little package
That drove you insane
'Cause your thirst for stuff
Is never slaked
And now the end is nigh, the apocalypse here
In a package that's not what it appears
You may ask why the doll, well that's all it takes
When you're made in America
In a valley of silicon
Welcome to Wiggly's shop
Your America assembly line
We've got toys and trucks and big fat butts
That'll help you pass the time
Hey kids, you know that you grow up
With all the crap you want
Just sprinkle it with dust
And a gob of fuckin' lust
And you wave your world goodbye
Wiggly, wiggly
Wiggle, wiggly
Wiggly, wig-
Wa-wiggle, wiggle
Wiggly, wiggly (wiggle wiggle, wiggle wiggle, wiggle wiggle)
Wiggle, wiggly (wiggle wiggle, wiggle wiggle, wiggle wiggle)
Wiggly, wiggly, wig-
Hello, Mr. Presy-wes
Welcome to Drowsy-Town
It's you!
Don't be frightened
You're my bestest buddy-wud
No! I've come to tell you to leave us alone!
Leave? Just before Christmas?
It's going to be my birthday, you know?
I wouldn't want to miss out on opening all my presents
I think I'll start with you
I'm going to cut open your belly-well
and deck the halls with your gutsy-wutsies!
Enough!
John!
You!
Your minions may do me no harm
Wiggly
for I cut through them with a blade of truth
Begone!
I'm sorry, John, I fucked it up!
Don't worry Mr. President
we'll get you out of here
It's too late, John!
Wiggly's prophet has been chosen
and as soon as she has a doll
she will bring about his birth
You opened the box
A doll came out
And he'll touch down soon
To erase any doubt
That is all you need
To fill your heart
Now the end is nigh
the apocalypse here
In a package that preys
on the worst of your fears
The gambit is done
A work of art
That was made in America
In a valley of silicon
We're all made in America
In a valley of silicon
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Writer(s): Jeffrey Blim
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