"American Confidence" lyrics

The guy had ice in his beer
The first warning sign
He was talking, buying the dip
About his crystal wife

He's "In the industry"
He's "In the industry"
He's on a Sunseeker
You're on a 360
Sell his son for a number
Pull morality under
Figures he still wonders
Which one's Pink?

He's got that American confidence
Yeah, yeah, yeah
That American confidence
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Ordained snake oil suit
Televangilist
What with demons in a tube?
Of course he flies private

He's "In the industry"
He's "In the industry"
Yeah, he can cure your pain
Cost ya 1350
He's got a kink but it's divine
Speaks to God on a hotline
TMZ for a post life
So in sync
A vicious kind of opulence

He's got that American confidence
Yeah, yeah, yeah
That American confidence
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Shit rises to the top
Caught up in the rhythm
Now you can't stop
Now you just can't stop
Shit rises to the top
Caught up in the rhythm
Now you can't stop
Now you just can't stop