This is gonna be a weird one, a simple parody using Don McLean’s American Pie song as the skeletal framework.
A long long time ago, I can still remember how the music used to make you cry
and you knew if you had once chance, you would stop the people’s dance, and make them believe they where happy for a while
The rap music made you shiver, with every curse word they delivered
Bad news on your door step; we cannot take one more step.
I can remember all the times I cried, when I read about those blatant lies
But something touched me deep inside, the day the music cried
so bye bye, this American Lie, drive your Chevy round the country ’til the your gas tank runs dry,
Them good ole boys who said you should stay inside, singing that will be the day when you die.
That will be the day that you die.
You click on Facebook things you love, it could be a face upon a glove,
If the media tells you so.
Don’t listen to those frikken trolls, this product saves your immoral soul,
and we sell pills to “make you grow”,
Cause I know that you’re in love with thin, and don’t want to be in a gym
Just kick off your shoes, and take these pills of blue,
You’re a lonely teen feeling out of touch, just take these pills they’re a pick-me-up,
But then we all ran out of luck, the day we allowed them to lie.
Now for some singing,
Bye Bye this America Lie, drive your Chevy ’round the country till the gas tank runs dry,
Them good ole boys are banking that you will die, and singing “this will be the day no one cried”
This will be the day no one cried.
Now for some years we’ve been on our own,
the cats grew fat on your kidney stone,
But that’s not how it’s ‘Sposed to be,
When the jester became the king of mean,
raised the price of his product really obscene,
and a voice that came from Dre and ‘Sky
While The People were feeling down,
they gave us pills to steal that frown,
Our minds started to burn,
Our faith’s been overturned,
and while we learn about the Starks,
the music’s tryin to start a spark
and they spout rhymes to make us arc,
They rap so we can cry.
Even more singing,
bye bye, this American Lie, drive your Chevy ’round the country ’til the gas tank runs dry,
Them good ole’ boys know now that we will not die,
singing “This Won’t be the day that we die”
This won’t be the day that we die.
They made us zombies like horror shamblers,
no cure in sight only brain scramblers,
Eight Mile was a good movie, a blast!
They’ve killed criminals with gas,
even unborn babies don’t get a pass,
feels like we’re next and I think it’s ass.
I think for some it’s now high noon,
Our voices will been heard soon.
This will be our stance,
Oh, this time, there’s a chance,
They will try and make us yield,
But it’s our time on this field,
The world will know what’s been reveal,
The day, we stop these lies.
Yet again sining,
Bye bye, this American Lie, drive your Chevy ’round the country ’till the gas tank runs dry.
Them good ole boys will be the ones who will cry,
singing “This will be the day no one died”
This will be the day no one died.
Oh, and there we were all in one place, a generation lost in space with no time left to start again (this line transcends itself from song to song)
So come on: lets get nimble, must help the sick!
You gave us drugs that broke us, dick
Soon you will be out of friends.
Oh, and as you watch Trump on the stage, your hands all clenched in fists of rage
He was not born in hell, wake up from the spell,
Now that you can see it is time to fight to stop sacrificing our health for pyrite,
We’ll all be laughing with delight,
The day they were allowed to cry.
Jeez more singing,
Bye Bye, this American Lie, the price is to heavy and we don’t want to die.
You good ole boys take a bow swallow your pride.
singing “this will be the day Pharma died”
This will be the day Pharma died.
We ALL have so many blues
we’re ready for some happy news
this time no one turns away.
Now listen to your favorite score,
hear their songs like never before,
No one should tell you what you can play,
Start taking walks, let your smile beam
Watch lovers smile, and share your dream
Where they are spoken,
or rapped or sung while tokin’
You’ll find who you admire most,
Maybe father, son, or the holy ghost,
This is your shot, not a hoax,
The day, you let lies die.
one last time singing,
Bye Bye, this American Lie, no more bullshit claims, even when we drive by.
So good ole boys now it’s time to let fly,
The poisons that made us all blind
The poisons that made us all blind.
Bye Bye, this American Lie, we have suffered long enough and now it’s time so say Bye.
them good ole boys cashing in now should fry,
but we’re not them, it’s time to rest. bye