Red carpet and rebellion
Makes ya wonder at these established ones
They ain't out to get ya
Cause you're 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, new sunrise
They laid me to rest with an, an aberration
I woke up the living dead colossally mistaken
And I ran through the streets where I, I break down

There ain't no money
There ain't no time
Yeah, I'm out of my mind
Don't want to waste this away
Shamed when I am, shamed when I'm not
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 bloodshed
Red blood and social discontent
Bruised by puritan oh puritan exempt
It's like a peasant uprising

There ain't no money
There ain't no time
Yeah, I'm out of my mind
Don't want to waste this away
Shamed when I am, shamed when I'm not
Configuration of the American dream

St Petersburg, 1905
Father Gapon led the protest up inside, up inside
To see us break down

We were gone

There ain't no money
There ain't no time
Yeah, I'm out of my mind
(I'll run a mile till I find a hung jury)
Don't want to waste this away
(And I figured there is a red carpet, there is rebellion)
Shamed when I am, shamed when I'm not
(Yeah, I'm out of my mind)
Configuration of the American dream

Red carpet and rebellion
Makes ya wonder oh why they smell so bad
They ain't out to get ya
'Cause you're a mile away