Lyrics:

He's got a good job
And a picket fence
It's a simple life
With his wife and family
He feels small
Until he comes home
Turns the TV on
And fights for his country
They blame his problems on the immigrants
It's not his fault
Is this the world you wanted?
You're on your own
What happens now?
You think you stand for something
But you're no different
Than anybody else
He keeps his world small
So it'll say the same
He hates it if it's different
And he hates to see it change
He hates what he doesn't understand
He hates you if you don't look like him
The more he hates the others
The less he might hate himself
He blames his problems on the immigrants
It's not his fault
Is this the world you wanted?
You're on your own
What happens now?
You think you stand for something
But you're no different
Than anybody else

At 56
His heart explodes
The doctors say they've never seen one that age look so old
Held heavy hate in a hollow chest
Hands of interposition
No God could stop what's coming
This is the world you wanted
He blamed his problems on the immigrants
Until it killed him
Is this the world you wanted?
You're on your own
What happens now?
You think you stand for something
But you're no different
Than anybody else
Is this the world you wanted?
Is this the world you wanted?