'Merican Dream

(album: I'm Not A Mother, But I Have Children - 2021)

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America is a car salesman
He sold me car with no engine
I tried to give it back
He told me, "Sorry ma'am
But this shit is yours now"
America is a postcard dream
With palm trees and bodies hotter than lit kerosene
He don't want no foreigners
To see beyond the ocean lust
Here, people work their whole lives to be homeless
People work their whole lives to be hopeless

'Merican dream
My only hope
Turns out to be
Mirrors and smoke
'Merican dream
Don't breathe, you'll choke
On pageantry
Mirrors and smoke

America is a dictator, while
Capitalism is very pretty word, the
Truth of the matter is
We're in a labyrinth
And unless you're born rich
You might not get out of it
America wants to put his flag
In a suit, on the moon
On your roof, in Iraq, now
So many die for it
And so many lie for it
He ain't the good guy
He just got real good at hiding it

'Merican dream
My only hope
Turns out to be
Mirrors and smoke
'Merican dream
Don't breathe, you'll choke
On pageantry
Mirrors and smoke

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