Listening to that album nowadays is hair-raising. It’s almost as though people have been screaming in Americans faces for decades about what’s becoming impossible to ignore, I know I was singing these lyrics since 1999:

"Well, I’d like to tell you all about my dream

It’s a place where strip malls abound

And diversion’s mere moments away

Where culture’s defined by the ones least refined

And you’ll be left behind if you don’t fit in

It’s all distorted in Americana my way

Well, fuck you

Whoa, whoa, whoa, well, my dream has come true

Whoa, whoa, whoa, my vision has come true

Now give me my cable, fast food

Four-by’s, tat’s right away

I want it right now 'cause

My ge-generation don’t like to wait

My future’s determined by thieves, thugs and vermin

It’s quite an excursion but it’s okay

Everything’s backwards in Americana my way

Well, fuck you

Whoa, whoa, whoa, well, my dream has come true

Whoa, whoa, whoa, my vision has come true

Yeah, it’s all coming true

I’m a product of my environment

So don’t blame me, I just work here

But I wanna fuck it up

My rights are denied by those least qualified

Trading profit for pride but it’s, it’s okay

Everything’s backwards in Americana my way

Well, fuck you

Whoa, whoa, whoa, my nightmare has come true

Whoa, whoa, whoa, my nightmare has come true

Yeah, it’s all coming true

Yeah, it’s all coming true"