lyrics
Every culture has a demise
Don’t look now, oh the prices, they’ll rise!
An ounce of custard, a barrel of crude
Wholesale shoppers yeah we’re talking to you!
He’ll get to the office, but what can he do?
Hands been tied by the mess we’ve been through
“A new American Century?” Give us a break.
An entire generation’s got nowhere to escape!
It’s a predicament, what do you know?
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
In a predicament, where can you go?
Oh Oh Oh
Every crisis comes to an end
Case in point: this conversation, my friend
We were never exceptional, we were never in charge
There’s no “City on a Hill” – it’s all gone!
It was a Buttersaw, it was a Buttersaw
credits
from
Riding Through the Jungle (single),
released September 13, 2011
Geoff Geis - lead and backing vocals, guitar
Alex Myrvold - keyboards, backing vocals
Tyler Sabbag - drums
Duncan Thum - bass, backing vocals
Rand Voorhies - drums
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