Are you sure he's showing off?

Your Hieronymus Bosch-like soul
Little Englander, Little Englander

Little Englander, Little Englander

Let me smash the plastic face of my country
You sure give them hell

When you hit that city road
Little Englander, Little Englander

My country, my lovely country
Judge me go on, it amuses me
You prattle on to the point of a laugh
As you pickle through your tirade

In your search to be a star
Or are you showing us yourself?
Let me smash the plastic face of my country
Little Englander, Little Englander
Little Englander, Little Englander

Betrays who you really are
Little Englander, Little Englander
Little Englander, Little Englander
You became the prick you are