After half a millennium, the sun seems to be setting - not just in the west like it always does, but on the West too. This is dedicated to the double dip, which will rewrite the American Dream in many really funny ways.
Writing alternate lyrics to songs is a weird hobby for sure, but fun too. Inspiration be found here
Go dump your huddled masses on their worn-out backs
So while you run and hide your lives, they whirr and they chime
The rules of yore don’t work in this new paradigm
And all I wanna do is clean the surface of rust
For all you do and see and love is glorified dust
So smell your Pyrrhic wins before they plunge the stake
A weep-inducing sleep from which you’ll never wake, no…
(Chorus)
Sugar, sugar, on the run
Is your dream American?
Take it all in on your stride
It is sinking, falling down
Hide your heads deep in the sand,
and turn forever hand in hand
All sons of guns on the run
Is everybody in?
Your past will stain your future with a deep, deep red
The flames you fanned will burn your heart and cook your head
So realign your theories, it’s amusing to see
For all you did and saw and loved is the enemy
My leaden eyes and misty mind can barely perceive
This overrated progeny of Adam and Eve
Now make a run for it for you are happiness-bound
Ten million wracking nerves don’t make the tiniest sound
(Chorus)
