Lyrics:

He is the icon of our times, solution to our modern crimes
His trigger finger clicks remotes, as carbohydrates slowly bloat
Not fragile, or brittle. he's seeking an acquittal
No scruples, no meekness, he has but one great weakness
All the world must have a price
Save yourself from sacrifice
Everything will end alright
American kryptonite
His might hands will hardly fail, his intellect is barely frail
He moves his lips in perfect sync, demanding an espresso drink
With passion, he searches, he'll make another purchase
Familiar you know him, he's saying that you owe him
It was like the manifest destiny all over again, except
Instead of taking and consuming everything in their paths for God
They did so with the same fervor
And sense of entitlement for their new god...themselves
Buy, take, break, throw it away