Back in the Twenties

We're back in the twenties again
Another lost generation
Here come the good times
Here come the fascists
Here comes depression with the pusher and the pen

The silence is roaring
Our leaders are snoring
And streets are filling up with the dead
Boomers let their id loose
False prophets tie up a noose
Any means for unjust gains
This country's bleeding truth

We're back in the twenties again
Paying for every father's sin
Here come the high tides
Up to the high rise
Here comes the winter that they say will never end

The silence is roaring
Our leaders are snoring
And streets are filling up with the dead
Boomers let their id loose
False prophets tie up the news
Unjust means meet unjust gains
This country's bleeding truth