Rebel Kicks - Fall of the American Dream Lyrics

There's a ghost in the machine
A three ring circus act
There's no turning back
The joker's running wild
We don't believe in the words bought off the rack
I would swear to that
I hear my mother say
The sins of our father, whiskey, and Sinatra
Yeah, they are to blame
So, let's all raise a glass and toast to the fall
Of the American Dream
Fall of the American dream
Fall of the American dream
Staring at the sun, you'll never see
Pupils tend to dilate
The hour's getting late
Things begin to escalate, can't breathe
There's a lack of oxygen
Deprive my lungs again
I hear my mother say
The sins of our father, whiskey, and Sinatra
Yeah, they are to blame
So, let's all raise a glass and toast to the fall
Of the American Dream
Fall of the American dream
Fall of the American dream
We've crawled a long way to nowhere
Too afraid to go there
And we won't let go
We are the dreamers and deceivers
Choir of believers
And we all know we're
One step closer to the ending
No use in pretending it's under control
So let's all raise a glass and toast to the fall
Of the American Dream
Fall of the American dream
Fall of the American dream