Red carpet and rebellion
Makes you wonder at these established ones
They ain't out to get you
Cause you're a mile away
Fuck
I heard a siren, a city waring, they said a new dawn arrives in the morning
So I wait out tonight for the, 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 aint no money there ain't no time
Yeah I'm out of my mind
Don't want to waste this away
I feel shamed when I am and shamed when I'm not
The configuration of the American dream
Fuck
The palace disled in the streets were burning
The red horizon, came crashing through the morning
There was no contentment, only bloodshed
Red blood and social discontent, bruised and puritan
Oh puritan exempt
It's like a peasant uprising
St. Petersburg, 1905
Father Garpan led the protest...up inside...up inside
We are gone, we are gone, we are gone,
I'll run a mile till I find a hung jury
Where there is ar ed carpet there is rebellion
Red carpet and rebellion
Make you wonder why they smell so bad
They're out to get you cause you're a mile away
