Taps For the Death of the American Dream Lyrics

i know it seems so right sometimes
but you can't come down onto my side
you've got your own world war to fight
i know it feels so wrong tonight
but i can't come down onto your side
i've got my own world war to fight
listen, as long as it means something,
you never have to explain anything ever again
and i'd love to be there when you win
but i can't come down onto your side
i've got my own class war
i've got my own unseen force
i've got my own locked doors
i've got my own trojan horse
i've got my own folklore
i've got my own four score
i've got my own king george
i've got my own michael moore
i've got my own hardcore
i've got my own message board
i've got my own east coast tour
i've got my own job outsourced
i've got my own chain store
i've got my own entrepreneur
i've got my own report
i've got my own disclosed source
i've got my own high court
i've got my own nineteen eighty four
i've got my own world war to fight.