作词 : Jonathan Larson
 作曲 : Jonathan Larson
Well I guess I'm off to sell my soul
Mark Cohen for Buzzline, coming up
Devil-worshipping welfare queens are coming to take your jobs
Oh my God
Don't breathe too deep
Don't think all day
Dive into work
Drive the other way
That drip of hurt
That pint of shame
Goes away
Just play the game
You're living in America
At the end of the millenium
You're living in America
Leave your conscience at the tone
And when you're living in America
At the end of the millenium
You're what you own
The filmmaker cannot see
And the songwriter cannot hear
And I see Mimi everywhere
Angel's voice is in my ear
Just tighten those shoulders
Just clench your jaw 'til you frown
Just don't let go
Or you may drown
You're living in America
At the end of the millenium
You're living in America
Where it's like the Twilight Zone
And when you're living in America
At the end of the millenium
You're what you own
So I own not a notion
I escape and ape content
I don't own emotion I rent
What was it about that night
Connection
In an isolating age
For once the shadows gave way to light
For once I didn't disengage
Angel I hear you I hear it
I see it I see it my film
I hear it my song
Alexi-Mark
On call me a hypocrite
Mimi your eyes
I quit
Dying in America
At the end of the millenium
We're dying in America
To come into our own
And when you're dying in America
At the end of the millenium
You're not alone
I'm not alone
I'm not alone