Lyrics: They Might Be Giants. I'm Sick (of this American Life).

Screw kid, I got nothin' to say
Quit buggin' me, go away
High time you realize
I didn't come here to socialize

I'm sick, sick of this American life
And I've learned the value of human sacrifice

I like staring at two glass eyes
Keep 'em stuffed museum-style
Got alarms set all around
In case they move around

I'm sick, sick of this American life
And I've learned the value of human sacrifice