Newspapers cloak only to wrap Th' Truth
Propaganda-acid is droppin’ our youth
It’s easy to see; like pullin’ a tooth
No one's in line at the ballot booth
Give ill wind time to blow, the rooster to crow
There’s a numbing down with the control on slow
Plug my ears jus’ don’t say it isn’t so
America’s asleep… and America’s snoring
If I was Th' Lone Ranger hidin' behind a mask
There wouldn't be any danger to the questions I ask
Howza ‘bout genocide, dispossession and warfare… a hearty Godspeed?
Whatcha say Pocahontas; trade in your feathers n beads,
All for an electric blanket and a packet of reservation misdeeds
“You bet”, that's what she said while she-smoke-um-peace-pipe
O paraquat laced stems n seeds
And her chronic cough resembles America snoring
If I were a world leader, I would not mislead Th' World
I would not miss anything. Miss Amerika knows
that it's only a pageant, and that it's only a show
isn’t any film in the camera - Then why are we posing this **’?
No, no, no, Miss Amerika knows…
She’s a man infests destiny *** slave with competition ribbons & bows
Physical restraint, our lady Liberty reaps all that she sows
And her breathy voice resembles America snoring
You remember Houdini, not a shackle could hold
Cut a trapdoor into heaven t’escape growin' old
Guess he just couldn't hack it, bundled up fo' the cold
Double-breasted straight-jacket, French handcuffs of gold
Freedoms breath got magically cup’d with an airtight stranglehold
With much sleight o hand plus reckless feats o daring
He conjured up Camelot snoring like Merlin did, before disappearing
If I had me a needle for every bubble I popped
Bind 'em all like one; you would hear those pins drop…
Like a gunshot, like a shot – An explosion of societal erosion
Freedoms and privileges dissolve in the roaring circuitry that flows
Far within the bald eagle’s skull there’s a thing of Grand Guignol excess,
‘round n ‘round it goes
Hey pilgrim, what ‘bout that promise of angel wings & a new shiny halo?
It sounds an awful like America blew it ‘cause of the snoring
Gol ****, and with a revisionist history twist
It all (AMERICA th' beooteeffool) can be told (over n over)
Until we’re unwittingly sold,
And certainly nobody will be particularly ******
A fire side chat ‘bout our lunacy embraces the mantra “Oh, say, can you see…”
While I pledge allegiance to everything but thee
Gotta lay in the bed made for the brave and the so-called free
America is (fill in your favorite expletive) snoring
I hear, yes I hear America snoring, snoring - America’s asleep…
by "ooznozz"