"American Dream" by Pennywise

Things you can't deny you best believe it when everything
you wanted is gone struck down
Although you don't like it nothing of value to be found
Violence breeds violence you know we'll never stop it for
progress we will protect the game
We struck the fuse you can't refuse it the memory is all
that will remain the political scene
Coming apart at the seams it's the end of the american dream
the temperature is ready to
Burst
The future is not what it seems for the american dream
Time has come you know we can't stop it you know that the
end is drawing near
Knocked down the sound of it collapsing so loud no one can
hear mindless old tyrants do
You hear the sirens song that will herald your demise
excessive sessions on your
Transgressions we're all left sifting through the lies