Red carpet and rebellion
Makes ya wonder at these established ones
They ain’t out to get ya
‘Cause
your a mile away
I heard a siren, a city warning
They said a new dawn arrives in the morning
So I wait out tonight, for the new sunrise
They laid me to rest with an, an aberration
I woke up the living dead colossally mistaken
I ran through the streets and I broke down
There ain’t no money, there ain’t no time
Yeah, I’m outta my mind, don’t wanna waste this away
Ashamed when I am and shamed when I’m not
Configuration of the american dream
The palace dialed in the streets were burning
The red horizon came crashing through the morning
There was no contentment only blood shed
Red blood and social discontent bruised by puritan
Oh puritan, exempt it’s like a peasant uprising
There ain’t no money, there ain’t no time
Yeah, I’m outta my mind, don’t wanna waste this away
Ashamed when I am and shamed when I’m not
Configuration of the american dream
Father garpan led the protest up inside, up inside
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We are gone, yeah, yeah
We are gone, we are gone, we are gone
Oh,
yeah
There ain’t no money, there ain’t no time
Yeah, I’m outta my mind, don’t wanna waste this away
Ashamed when I am and shamed when I’m not
Configuration of the american dream
Red carpet and rebellion
Makes ya wonder at these established ones
They ain’t out to get ya