He's got a good job and a picket fence It's a simple life for his wife and family He feels small until he comes home Turns the TV on and fights for his country They blame his problems on the immigrants It's not his fault Is this the world you wanted? You're on your own, what happens now? You think you stand for something But you're no different than anybody else He keeps his world small so it'll stay the same He hates it if it's different, and he hates to see a change He hates what he doesn't understand He hates you if you don't look like him The more he hates the others, the less he might hate himself He blames his problems on the immigrants It's not his fault Is this the world you wanted? You're on your own, what happens now? You think you stand for something But you're no different than anybody else At fifty-six, his heart explodes The doctors say they've never seen one that age look so old Had heavy hate in a hollow chest Hands up in prayer position No God could stop what's coming This is the world you wanted He blamed his problems on the immigrants Until it killed him, ahh Is this the world you wanted? You're on your own, what happens now? You think you stand for something But you're no different than anybody else Is this the world you wanted? Is this the world you wanted?