Текст песни Red Carpet & Rebellion - The Distillers

Red carpet and rebellion
Makes ya wonder at these established ones
They ain't out to get ya
'Cause your 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 outta my mind
Don't wanna 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 outta my mind
Don't wanna 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

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, we are gone, yeah!
Yeah, we are gone, we are gone, we are gone, oh, yeah!

Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, we are gone, yeah!
Yeah, we are gone, we are gone, we are gone, we are gone, oh, yeah!

There ain't no money, there ain't no time
Yeah, I'm outta my mind
Don't wanna waste this away
Shamed when I am, shamed when I'm not
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 your a mile away