Subterranean Attic - Corona Time

Corona, Corona, Corona - Corona creeps into my mind
Corona, Corona, Corona - every day it's Corona time
And each night when the brave must die
With a last and coughing outburst
I gaze at the chimes-of-freedom-flashing, as they sing : "America, America first"

White whig, and a red tie
The pimp-in-chief lies with a grin
The Yesmen say yes, they do their best
And rub their fleeing chins
Flocks of screeching seagulls
Fall from the sky like volcanic ash
Piled up sandwalls crumble slowly, while
All the yellow lorries crash
And nowbody knows exactly, what it is that we could do
And nowbody seems to care. Who would - would you?

The statue of liberty lies broken on New Yorks shore
America, America has turned into a whore
She dances in circles and acts as if she was blind
She experiences close encounters of the sixhundredandsixtysixth kind
And if the pimp invites her to dance with the wizard of gore
She'll overfulfill her duties, and fall for him once more

America, America, you fell like a rotten tree
The empty empire was beaten
In a battle near wounded knee
And there was no more place on earth for people like you and me

Written by:
Matthias Baumgart

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