Conspiracy Of Thought – American Dreams lyrics

American dreams are made of candy, love and peace
The melting pot is getting hot as time goes by
The baseball game has got the fans all worked in overtime
The Pumpkin pie is laced with self-hypnotic waste

Our founding father, George, he cannot tell a lie
A couching man lies in an allyway in Downtown Riverside
We're taught in school to make a pleadge unto a flag
One nation under God, who acts like God is dead

All our dreams come true in America
You make me blue in America
You make me sick in America
I feel the shifting of American Dreams

I live in America

I die in America