My role models became monsters right there on the TV screen
they cast is off as confidence, but it feels so insincere so obscene
drive down the highway it’s hard to escape it
cause billboards and bus sides tell me to fake it
God bless the land of young memoirs and made for TV movie stars
cause you need the looks but not the heart to make it in America
with faces always painted on and all the brunettes going blond
they’ll lip sync to your favorite songs and make it in America
They need the pills and needles to be stronger to be better than the best
the divorce is almost finalized, tune in at half past six to see who gets the kids
isn’t it morbid, isn’t it so sad we’re proud of the ones who check into rehab
God bless the land of young memoirs and made for TV movie stars
cause you need the looks but not the heart to make it in America
with faces always painted on and all the brunettes going blond
they’ll lip sync to your favorite songs and make it in America
And there’s a powerful obsession with power and possession
in the land of vanity home of depraved
but who am I to point the finger when my thoughts will often linger
on the thrill of rumor mills and shameless fame
God bless the land of young memoirs and made for TV movie stars
cause you need the looks but not the heart to make it in America
with faces always painted on and all the brunettes going blond
they’ll lip sync to your favorite songs and make it in America
written by Aryn Michelle (c)2009