Amerika Muss Man Selbst Finden

I've searched the coffeehouses,
The backyard parties, the basement raves.
I've searched the bottom of the bottle,
The end of the boge, the loop of the noose.
I've searched love and hate and blank stares,
The roads at dewpoint, the December sidewalk,
And I always end up where I began.

Oh, Amerika, Amerika, where art thou,
And wherefore art thou where thou art?