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