March of the Paper Tiger (Lyrics)

Hold on! Stay strong! White knuckled and bruised We’re going down Knocked around so long It’s hard to tell what’s up from down Derailed! Entrails! Dropping drastically further unto the floor The air has been let out Now we’re dropping like a rock Tuned in utter disbelief All we’re left with is what we’ve been told Brought to you by the highest bidder I can’t believe it still surprises you to learn We’ve been sold out! And I’m holding on to a photograph Of the American dream gone wrong Shattered by intolerance and greed Turning a blind eye and shadow casting While you’re in your time of need Tyrant! Despot! The rats you’ve hatched are home to roost Why can’t you understand? They’ve already barged through The reckoning will be so swift and bittersweet So sorry to have ruined your day A paper tiger will never catch its prey Post the video for all to see Inflated high and proud How can we still find the balls to pound our chests While the foundation’s crumbling from under our feet From under our feet Did you notice? We’ve been sold out! Come see your favorite pundit finally coming clean We’ve made our bed but we’re scared We won’t go to sleep A recipe so ripe for hate The sugar buzz is wearing off it’s getting late This bed of roses smells like rotting piles of shit And the lullaby is sounding more like empty rhetoric Meanwhile the tiger marches to its drunken beat Fucked up on Valium and huffing cans of kerosene You better take my hand You better hold on tight I think we’re going down My God we’re going down I’m holding on To a photograph stripped Down to black and white Hanging crooked in the frame At least we know where to place the blame I’m holding on to these photographs Of the American dream gone wrong Shattered by intolerance and greed Turning a blind eye and shadow casting While you’re in your And I’m holding on to these photographs Of the American dream goes wrong Shattered by intolerance and greed Turning a blind eye and shadow casting While you’re in your time need Tyrant! Despot! It’s done! The rats we hatch come home to roost