Whistling Dixie

We're a nation full of dumbbells Pulling nightshifts at the gym We're a nation full of bookworm girls Dumbing down to fall in love with them We're a nation full of suspects Whistling Dixie at the scene We're a nation full of bad detectives Selling clues to everyone we meet We're a nation full of envy Insecure and losing sleep We're a nation full of jealous boyfriends Driven by facts and history We're a nation full of ivy It's wall-to-wall-to-wall, all green We're a nation full of sound byte blood cells Bound in knots and swelling down the stream We wrap bibles up in blankets Just in case we're watched in sleep But it's the slingshots underneath our pillows That keep us calm and rested and relieved 'Cause we're a nation built on eggshells Bandages and appleseeds Attractive homes and top bruised foundations That come apart gradually Before they're leveled completely