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March of the Paper Tiger - Counterpunch
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 this 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 s**t
And the lullaby is sounding more like empty rhetoric
Meanwhile the tiger marches to its drunken beat
F**ked 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 of need
Tyrant
Despot
It's done
The rats we hatch come home to roost
