'What if it was true' fuels the charade, the boogie story, the shutter, shutter, shutter. Land of the ruled, home of the cowards. We tilted over, we took on water, the life boats were deployed, the captain is nowhere around. Jumped ship way back, I ain't sinking to the bottom. Went cast away, went floating, saving my life for some other final fate.
Not here, not now, not like this, all the sellouts making out. Walking among the ruins, all teeth, all glitter, all rot. It was imaginary all along, the Yankee Doodle Dandy. It was blah, blah, blah. There is no Spirit Of '76 left, the scoundrels have sucked it dry.
A liberated mind thinks it out, hysterics and hope have no place. Hissy fits are for chumps with dust in their eyes. Outrage is for maniacs addicted to mania. Conclude what you will, not what you're told, the mush has no taste. Trendy is out, as always.