You used to be the life and soul
Now you practise and preach self-control
You're obsessed with privacy, but there's none
Six billion mobile phones
There's no escape - [bad word] no-one

Shout it out
Until your [bad word] cold
Shout it out
Until your lungs explode
Shout it out
I am Miss Black America
Shout it out
I am Miss Black America

What happened to your urge to destroy
And your mission to bring the noise?
Two young boys, [bad word] over atlases
Six billion empty heads
Death to the living dead

Shout it out
Until your [bad word] cold
Shout it out
Until your lungs explode
Shout it out
I am Miss Black America
Shout it out
I am Miss Black America

Shout it out:
"They won't take us alive
We are beyond embarassment
We want real lives
And we'll get them
Yes, you'll see"
So, shout it out
Shout a hard thing and a mean thing
Let the hatred flow free
Be an obscene thing

Be obscene

I am Miss Black America.