This compelling piece explores the complexities of ambition, disillusionment, and the pursuit of the American Dream. The protagonist arrives in America with high hopes ("gold in my eyes"), but becomes disenchanted as he grapples with feelings of exploitation and disappointment. The repeated line "I was searching for something" underscores a sense of longing and unfulfilled expectations. The song also critiques societal values, symbolized by mentions of a "rich kid game" and desire for glory, suggesting that materialism and status often overshadow genuine human connections. Furthermore, the recurring phrase "In Amerika" serves as a poignant reminder of the protagonist's continuous search for identity and belonging within this context. Ultimately, Young the Giant presents a nuanced narrative on navigating personal aspirations amidst societal pressures in contemporary America.
Amerika
Lyrics
And so I've arrived
With gold in my eyes
Are you paying attention?
I was searching for something
As I watched you run
I was sad when you said that you never really wanted some
Were you looking for someone?
As I watched you go
I am mad because I don't know what you used me for
I've been looking for so long
In Amerika
Throw my hands in the air!
Flash faded
Say you care but you don't
You know I hate it!
It's a rich kid game didn't grow up with a throne
It's all it really is
I was searching for something
As I watched you run
I was sad when you said that you never really wanted some
Were you looking for someone?
As I watched you go
I am mad because I don't know what you used me for
Always talkin' 'bout one day
In Amerika
It's the same story, oh
You want glory son
I've been looking for so long
But you cut me out!
Throw my hands in the air 'cause I
Your palace
All the friends you own
So jealous
Felt that rich kid pain what it is to be alone
It's all it really is
I was searching for something
As I watched you run
I was sad when you said that you never really wanted some
Were you looking for someone?
As I watched you go
I am mad because I don't know what you used me for
Always talking about one day in Amerika
It's the same story, oh
You want glory son
In Amerika! In Amerika!
In Amerika! In Amerika!
In Amerika! In Amerika!
Writer(s): JACOB TILLEY, ERIC CANNATA, PAYAM DOOSTZADEH, FRANCOIS COMTOIS, SAMEER GADHIA
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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