Western Nephews - American Standard Lyrics

Well she grew up, under that midwestern sun
Lookin' like a Bewitched Rhi-run
That golden hair, and that smile could open doors
On the 45th floor, Of Times Square

She sold the news
She blew the whistle crystal clear
Building her career
In the big city

Now she's the anchor
She sings for billionaires and bankers
She's shameless and dangerous and so pretty

Their mouths say that they won't
But their hearts says they will
They're taking their medicine
It's the bitterest pill

'Cuz they're very fine people
Yeah they're so misunderstood
You can feel their anxiety
Oozing out from their hoods

The American Standard - how is this
The American Standard

Well beauty is as they say beauty does
It always gets the riff raff all so abuzz
And once she lights the fuse well then, it's lit and
She cannot be blamed when the shrapnel will hit

She's through with politics at least for now cuz
It's gotten so dark and she keeps wondering how
But in the end we all seem to agree
The ugliest news sounds best through perfect teeth

American Standard
How is this? The American standard... Today?