The Americans ate the sun, the Americans ate the sun, but it’s still sung.
They say, they say, they say it’s the best way, the ability to stray, from
the beaten path but placed on the American way. Nothing screams sorrow
like when the Americans ate the sun, now nothing will ever be the same
again, even though life is just a game, you still know the pain. Try to cry
to change the past, plead to save the last, but the Americans ate the sun.
The Americans ate the sun, the Americans ate the sun. As the web of
hypocrisy is spun, only the spiders are free to run. Wrapped in the thread
of lies, the mass lay to die. It’s funny how they feed, not on the need, but
on the greed, it’s so easy to deceive as the other bleeds, the golden rule
will never reign, so I guess its better off the Americans ate the sun.