I bet you're feeling good about their remanence,
with your feet on the ground,
and your head up in the sky.
And all you really need is something permanent,
but does a soul stay in hole in a box when we die?
They went and put a joker on the pedestal,
Now he's critically acclaimed for something that he's not,
and all of your idols are all dead and gone,
and your heroes all got shot. Oh Shoot em' down.
I could go anywhere just to find a soul,
who thinks like me in America,
they think like sheep in America,
and cross the seas
I hear them calling you.