I Am Nation The American Dream
Perfection is an ugly sight
i’ll never wish for only blue skies
or pretty white clouds to drift on by
tell me why do we lie
i never want a clean-- cut green lawn
with a perfect picket fence to walk along
painted with-- thick white paste
without a trace-- of specific taste
CHORUS
society has brainwashed me
to believe we’ll never achieve our dreams
We used to call it
i thought we were through with kings and queens
but you’re going nowhere without a team
oh yeah we used to call it the american dream
why wake up to singing birds
when others want a chance to be heard?
if i was a fox, the rooster would know it’s place
by dawn, feathers’d hold my gaze
cookie cutter houses lined upon my street
forming gridlines inhumanely neat
wheres my house
theyre all the same
this is such a stupid game
CHORUS
BRIDGE
the sun will shine on sundays
flowers bloom in may
birds and bees glide happily
but heres the reality
someone lives in poverty
as one lives in wealth
someone gains a victory
one loses health
the ashes of foundation
lay all scattered about
while we’re all left so empty
as we struggle to figure out
American Dream
American Dream
