Red carpet and rebellion Makes ya wonder at these established ones They ain't out to get ya 'Cause your a mile away I heard a siren, a city warning, they said a new Dawn arrives in the morning so I wait out tonight For the, the new sunrise, they laid me to rest with an an aberration I woke up the living dead colossally mistaken I ran through the streets and I broke down There ain't no money there ain't no time Yeah, I'm outta my mind don't wanna waste this away I feel ashamed when I am and shamed when I'm not The configuration of the American dream The palace dialed in the streets were burning The red horizon came crashing through the morning There was no contentment only blood shed Red blood and social discontent bruised by puritan Oh, puritan exempt it's like a peasant uprising St. Petersburg, 1905 Father Garpan led the protest up inside up inside We are gone we are gone we are gone I'll run a mile till I find a hung jury Where there is red carpet there is rebellion Red carpet and rebellion Makes ya wonder why they smell so bad They ain't out to get ya 'cause you're a mile away