Song Description
The full-title is "Sham Rock (or) How To Kill Children On Live Television & Still Get Re-Elected". It's a political rock song in the style of the more brooding, slowburning material of the Foo Fighters & Green Day. The lyrics are a protest against our cur
| Song Length |
4:50 |
Genre |
Rock - Modern, Rock - Hard Rock |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Incensed, Outraged |
Subject |
War, Liberal, Progressive |
| Similar Artists |
Foo Fighters, Green Day |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Sham in the USA now!
Sham in a brand new way now:
TV for bread & circus.
Sham in the USA now!
Sham or there's hell to pay now:
Scroll through the dead by the list.
Todays's ex-lawyers are armchair soldiers
Setting up Frank Gorshin & Lou Antonio in a prearranged deal.
Today's Tom Sawyers are cannon fodder
For Eminiar, watching recounts.
(When will be our last battlefield?)
"Thanks to Team America for delivering votes
Cast for neither candidate ----- you bagged pieces of red.
(So pure it floats.)"
Paperboys keeps the viewers shammed by the religion card:
We won the battle but we lost the peace.
The News goosesteps in line with choreographed provost guards:
Our Pax Americana overseas.
Sham in the USA now!
Sham in a brand new way now:
TV for bread & circus.
Sham in the USA now!
Sham or there's hell to pay now:
Scroll through the dead by the list.
Today's ex-lawyers are weekend warriors
With a taste for armageddoning it like playing Stratego.
Today's Tom Sawyers are writing letters
To a Kansas bleeding from parents screaming, "Four More Wars!"
By TV glow.
"Actors oughta entertain, not give opinions;
They lost citizenship when they got famous
(Unless they're Austrian)."
537 sent the thousand over there:
It's the algebra of the possible.
We rocked the sham vote while lives hung by motes of punched chad squares.
Headlines get buried & coffins get full.
Sham in the USA now!
Sham in the ancient way now:
TV for bread & circus.
Sham in the USA now!
Sham or there's hell to pay now:
Scroll through the dead by the list.
Bagpipes for this sordid age lit by tracer rounds.
What phantom dispatches launched countless fleets to that sound?
Golden fleece & yellow news made the siren song
& heliopads by the hundreds left from the troops we've withdrawn.
Bagpipes for Ahmed Massoud & Abdul's family
& for Cindy Sheehan's son lost in Sadr City.
Heads bowed for Flight 93 & Fallujah's dead
& failed shuttle diplomacy that gave us necks without heads.