Shit Happens
Turn the tube to the ten o’clock news
Making money off of machismo and malice
One after another they send their crews
Steal the images of the sundered palace
One by one they wonder what went wrong
Blaming the best of the beast in everybody
Corpses still warm as our nation they long
Missing the fake good old days their lies embody
Welcome to America, land of finger pointing and bitching
And forgetting rule number one: shit happens