Wonderbread Americans and consensual rape of culture Go hand in hand like a carcass being circled by a vulture The blindfold, they put on themselves, willful participation "Honey, what's on TV?", "Could ya please change the radio station?" Although, I can't blame them, I can only just be patient While they sit with their backs to their inevitable decimation They shun the color out of their life, living white and grey They leave behind the hungry, cold and the no-place-to-stays They'll give a dollar to a charity, and bask in self-given praise "I donated my change to cancer, i hope those kids see better days." They push thought from their heads and they fill their minds with noise They stand upright and speak with ease but often they lack poise Incompetent and dead inside, a species bred for doom Oh, Wonderbread America, it'll all be over soon.
