COUNTERPUNCH LYRICS

"March Of The Paper Tiger"

Hold on!
Stay strong!
White knuckled and bruised
We’re going down
Knocked around so long
It’s hard to tell what’s up from down

Derailed!
Entrails!
Dropping drastically further unto the floor
The air has been let out
Now we’re dropping like a rock

Tuned in utter disbelief
All we’re left with is what we’ve been told
Brought to you by the highest bidder
I can’t believe it still surprises you to learn
We’ve been sold out!

And I’m holding on to a photograph
Of the American dream gone wrong
Shattered by intolerance and greed
Turning a blind eye and shadow casting
While you’re in your time of need

Tyrant!
Despot!
The rats you’ve hatched are home to roost
Why can’t you understand?
They’ve already barged through
The reckoning will be so swift and bittersweet
So sorry to have ruined your day
A paper tiger will never catch its prey

Post the video for all to see
Inflated high and proud
How can we still find the balls to pound our chests
While the foundation’s crumbling from under our feet

From under our feet
Did you notice?
We’ve been sold out!


Come see your favorite pundit finally coming clean
We’ve made our bed but we’re scared
We won’t go to sleep

A recipe so ripe for hate
The sugar buzz is wearing off it’s getting late
This bed of roses smells like rotting piles of shit
And the lullaby is sounding more like empty rhetoric

Meanwhile the tiger marches to its drunken beat
Fucked up on Valium and huffing cans of kerosene
You better take my hand
You better hold on tight
I think we’re going down
My God we’re going down

I’m holding on
To a photograph stripped
Down to black and white
Hanging crooked in the frame
At least we know where to place the blame

I’m holding on to these photographs
Of the American dream gone wrong
Shattered by intolerance and greed
Turning a blind eye and shadow casting
While you’re in your

And I’m holding on to these photographs
Of the American dream goes wrong
Shattered by intolerance and greed
Turning a blind eye and shadow casting
While you’re in your time need


Tyrant!
Despot!
It’s done!
The rats we hatch come home to roost

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