So you may not care, but you still carry the stereotype
You're like a good cop: you're still a cop, that's dramma enough
What do we care, who bombs us: Clinton, Bush, Obama or Trump?
You know you try to standartize the world to see it normalized
Why? Why don't you stick inside, stay inside your turf and keep your globalized right
You wanna see my country burned? Wanna see it vulcanize?
Fine. The only shit you'll see in return is more!
— This cheese is made from unpasteurized milk. It's alive and very healthy. Your cheese in America is pasteurized. It's dead. It goes into your stomach like a ball of fat.
— Is that why you French people can eat all the butter and cheese you want and never gain weight?
— Yes, and we drink more red wine. Of course, we are more romantic.
Agent Tattletale, he says, “Americans are the world’s best at doing their work.” And studying and competition. But we suck when it comes time to relax. There’s no profit. No trophy. Nothing at the Olympic Games goes to the Most Laid-Back Athlete. No product endorsements for the World’s Laziest anything. His camera eye on auto-focus, he says, “We’re great at winning and losing.” And nose grindstoning, but not accepting. Not shoulder shrugging and tolerance. “Instead,” he tells himself, “we have marijuana and television. Beer and Valium.” And health insurance. To refill, as needed.