Don't Tell Me

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