This Thing of Ours

We are Americans
We like to play with guns
We'll point them at you as we drive our cars
We blow things up sometimes
Make a living doing crimes
We like to have our SPAM with caviar

We like to bite the hand that feeds

We've gone beyond reproach
We eat our own, not a new approach
They say that all is fair in love and war
We've got a lotta nerve
We'll spend from our reserve
It seems it's always close but no cigar

We know that smoke gets in your eyes

[Guitar solo]

Our sex is clinical
We're so damn cynical
We order partners out of magazines
We know no bigger joys
Than sitting in our La-Z-Boys
From birth to death and nothing in between

And nothing in between