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