"Deadbeat Diplomat" lyrics

What a dead beat diplomat
Doesn't he got to know?
Every one of his decisions made
Will attribute to the unknown

Thank god for our men in arms
Fighting hard to keep us safe
I reckon that we're better than most
I can't blame the USA

For being imperfect, perfect, perfect, please!
Warm welcome from the land of the free
I reckon we're perfect, perfect, perfectly
Imperfect, the American dream

What a deadbeat diplomat
Doesn't he got to go?
Can't say much for what hes done
But he's sure got something to boast

No doubt he's the man in charge
But the man can dig his grave
I reckon that we're better than most
I can't blame the USA

For being imperfect, perfect, perfect, please!
Warm welcome from the land of the free
I reckon we're perfect, perfect, perfectly
Imperfect, the American dream

What a deadbeat diplomat
Doesn't he got to show?
What happened to the money we spent?
What happened to our control?

There is truth in every lie
Says the taxman as he's on the way!
I reckon that we're better than most
I cant blame the USA

For being imperfect, perfect, perfect, please!
Warm welcome from the land of the free
I reckon we're perfect, perfect, perfectly
Oh Lord! The American dream
Oh Lord! The American dream

Oh I wanna hear you scream!
Oh ya!
Oh ya!
Oh ya!