The death of the American dream is eminent
With it's feverish account of white picket fences
And a possible slaughter of any independent thought.
The knife masked as political correctness is dripping
With the blood of our forefathers.
All the while the politicians are ushering in an era
That is drenched in nothing but confusion.
The idea's of pop art being suggested as actual fact
Break down any sense of what's actual truth.
The politicians are screaming and berating each other
So that they can justify an increasing stupidity.
We're a people more concerned with our own
Fantasies and self gratification
As we fatten ourselves up with increasing popularity.
But now all I have left are cynical teachings from a man
Who hated the idea of "Free Bird" and prayed for Arizona Bay.
While another questioned the motives of an entire movement,
Aiming to shoot down the ideals of Tim Leary and Mr. Nixon.
So buy the ticket and take the ride because the ride is all we have.