gotta be asleep to believe
in the american dream
all these cute ideas aint gonna build nothing
but repressed rage
so fucked up
they lock you up in your own cage
where we are master and slave
the only solution is the problem
we try so hard to deny
you can always hear it in how the young musicians play
you can always see it in how the young women dress and dance
look at the addictions of your fellow man
look at the laws cause the laws dont lie
poets run the world
just like before
the gods of the underworld
keeping score
politicians preaching that power
to fat idiots who hide behind false gods
you put the cunt back in country
and the dick back in dixie
give them black pills for ma’ baby blues
sell the soul of the young soldier
send him off fighting wars he dont understand
born in pain, live in fear
never gonna grow old
but just die alone