American Rhythm

Can't help but feeling like
We've been through this before
Terminal boredom on a world tour
It's fun so dumb it's genius
There really ought to be a law
I strip-mine my brain to try and explain
A terrible thing we all saw
From under the thumb of American rhythm
Under the thumb of American rhythm
Under the cruel rule of American rhythm

I'd wake you early and I'd take you for a ride
If the price of gasoline weren't so high
If peace love and understanding
Is easy as playing the drums
Then where's all the fans
I don't understand
If love is free then how come
We're under the thumb of American rhythm
Under the thumb of American rhythm
Under the cruel rule of American rhythm