Buzzkill

Americana, she’s lost her way.

Sold out to China many years before today.

I hear the old folks sing songs of better days,

And pump that gasoline deep within their veins.

So why you got to bring me down?

I feel the world on fire deep within my blood,

Concerned for all the world and people that I love.

I’m just a BuzzKill

Our love of main street has kind of lost the race.

While we just sit around the Wal-Mart takes it’s place.

We hide our eyes and ears from things that children built

To keep us buying crap and save us from the guilt.

Why don’t you look around (at all the corporations)

Slowly without a sound you’re killing me, just a buzzkill.

The spark of anarchy is close within our hands,

A rising tide of dark resentment fill the land.

You tie my hands and then you tell me how to live.

Take everything from me and say that I must give to you.

Why don’t you look around (at all the corporations)

Slowly without a sound you’re killing me, buzzkill.

You point your crooked finger and you shake your head.

You say a boy like me and kind are better dead.

Well if by that you mean I’m never having fun,

I know when it’s time to fight and when it’s time to love.

So why you got to bring me down?

I feel the world on fire, sparks within my blood.

Why you got to push me around?

Concerned for all the world and people that I love.

Why don’t you look around (at all the corporations)

Slowly, without a sound they’re killing the dream.

Buzzkill