If your leader has a vision And wants things done his way Then everybody’d be serf-ing Like 40s Germany You’d see the leaders get fiery In their weird gray suits Or bushy, bushy beard hairdos Serfdom U.S.A. I’m not saying we need a dictator. Yeah, just, like, a group of people who have
the country’s best interests at heart. Maybe it starts during crisis Or cause you’re damn lazy But someone makes a big promise And you think, “that sounds sweet!” But how will they do it? A planned economy. Till everybody’s gone serfdom Serfdom U.S.A. They’ll all be planning out your route You’re gonna take real soon From your job to goods’ prices Experts write your to-dos. But if their plans are a bummer You just can’t get away Tell your friend here it’s serfdom Serfdom U.S.A. Serfdom, Serfdom U.S.A.