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Don't Tell Me
by Irrelevangelist
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We don't buy our gedunk at the five and dime no more
Businessmen came in and they bought out the corner store
The world we live in is oh so different than what it was for you
We ain't got no corner lot, ain't got no picket fence
When we talk about "the dream" we're talking in past tense
You don't believe it but that don't mean it isn't really true
You won't believe it, so you pretend there's nothing you can do
Purple mountains, amber waves of grain
Burning in the Colorado flames
Coast can't get relief from wind and rain
Don't tell me that things are still the same
Sing to me of liberty and economic bliss
Only thing that ever seems to trickle down is piss
While someone somewhere who's making billions is shaking off their dick
Shaking down the poor until you've taken every cent
Spend it on aggression and then tell us it's defense
Cause we got nukes now, we don't speak softly and we don't carry sticks
But here on golden shores we sleep serene
As our righteousness usurps regimes
Mind your peace, it's tearing at the seams
Don't tell me about what freedom means
We've let our pride lead us astray
How far we've fallen since our salad days
On the back nine of our golden age
Bluster is our calling card and everywhere we go
We're turning today's allies right into tomorrow's foes
We say we'll help you and then we'll bleed you till we've bled you dry
While we sit and marvel at our godliness and wealth
We're being fed the rope so we can hang our-fucking-selves
We're the designers and the builders of our own demise
Pouring out our peace with thine own hand
Spilling out the blood on foreign sand
Laying siege to fuel the motherland
Don't tell me of supply and demand
We don't buy our gedunk at the five and dime no more
Businessmen came in and they bought out the corner store
The world we live in is oh so different than what it was for you
We ain't got no corner lot, ain't got no picket fence
When we talk about "the dream" we're talking in past tense
You don't believe it but that don't mean it isn't really true
You won't believe it, so you pretend there's nothing you can do
Purple mountains, amber waves of grain
Burning in the Colorado flames
Coast can't get relief from wind and rain
Don't tell me that things are still the same
Sing to me of liberty and economic bliss
Only thing that ever seems to trickle down is piss
While someone somewhere who's making billions is shaking off their dick
Shaking down the poor until you've taken every cent
Spend it on aggression and then tell us it's defense
Cause we got nukes now, we don't speak softly and we don't carry sticks
But here on golden shores we sleep serene
As our righteousness usurps regimes
Mind your peace, it's tearing at the seams
Don't tell me about what freedom means
We've let our pride lead us astray
How far we've fallen since our salad days
On the back nine of our golden age
Bluster is our calling card and everywhere we go
We're turning today's allies right into tomorrow's foes
We say we'll help you and then we'll bleed you till we've bled you dry
While we sit and marvel at our godliness and wealth
We're being fed the rope so we can hang our-fucking-selves
We're the designers and the builders of our own demise
Pouring out our peace with thine own hand
Spilling out the blood on foreign sand
Laying siege to fuel the motherland
Don't tell me of supply and demand
