Red carpet and rebellion
Makes ya wonder at these established ones
They aint out to get ya
Cause your a mile away
I heard a siren, a city warning
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 aint no time
Yeah im outta my mind dont wanna waste this away
I feel ashamed when i am and shamed when im not
The configuration of the american dream
The palace dialed in the streets were burning
The red horizon came crashing through the morning
There was no contentment only blood shed
Red blood and social discontent
Bruised by puritan oh puritan exempt
Its like a peasant uprising
There aint no money there aint no time
Yeah im outta my mind dont wanna waste this away
I feel ashamed when i am and shamed when im not
The configuration of the american dream
St petersburg, 1905
Father garpan led the protest up inside up inside
we are gone we are gone we are gone
There aint no money there aint no time
Yeah im outta my mind dont wanna waste this away
I feel ashamed when i am and shamed when im not
The configuration of the american dream
Ill run a mile till i find a hung jury
Red carpet and rebellion
Makes ya wonder why they smell so bad
They aint out to get ya cause your a mile away