Jury Folk - American Blues

I packed my bags and I headed south
Save what you say boy, watch your mouth
Till you find out what it was like
To abandon yourself, you wanna do right
He stands on that podium he screams out loud
Tells us which way is up and down
The feelings they come and go with time
The dead the begin to pile up outside

With each new generation buying into the "American Dream"
It's a continuation of this grand ol' Ponzi Scheme
Don't think you haven't already paid your dues
You're a part of this song, these American Blues

What happened to the Golden Rule?
People on the other side tryin to fuel
Daydreaming, phone gazing, unmindful tools
With the Government they own
The companies they overthrow
Tells us just what we should buy
When to work, and when to die

With each new generation buying into the "American Dream"
It's a continuation of this grand ol' Ponzi Scheme
Don't think you haven't already paid your dues
You're a part of this song, the American Blues

Written by:
Michael Terpstra, Scott Breakiron

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