Half American

If you play by the rules and spend today in my shoes

You're half American unless you don't believe all the news

And if you get in my way, then you'll get hit by a stray

I turn it on again and off again from pleasure to pain

Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all

You crush it all up because the pressure's too much

You're half American unless you know how good that it feels

And if you do it that way, then you'll get hit by a plane

You turn it on again and off again from pleasure to pain

Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all