Americana
Dropped into a macrocosm
God knows I can't see
Fire another cigarette
In blatant blasphemy
Truth and lies are coupling
Tomorrow's on the line
Wasn't there another thing
We'd left to realign
Jack and Jill are stumbling
They've found the water's brown
Hand in hand to keep from falling further in the ground
Trace their steps to only find their home has flown away
Authorities are disinclined
Trust has been betrayed
'Cause it's too late
And mothers dread their unborn children
Born into this land
Times have changed this modern age
Will slap you on the hand
Poverty and suffering
It seems they're common place
The winds of change are blustering
Will you be replaced?
'Cause it's too late for my brothers
It's too late for my sisters
It's too late for society to wait
Ah we gotta choose a side (side)
Ooh, Will you watch in apathy as cities start to quake
And will you turn a slivered eye
On those lost in the wake
Will you run until the sea to save your precious skin
Hunted as an escapee
Blackened from within
'Cause it's too late for my brothers
It's too late for my sisters
It's too late for my mother
It's too late for my father, yeah
It's too late for my daughter
It's too late for my sons
It's too late for society to wait, yeah
We got to choose a side, yeah
Writer/s: Martin Johnson, Makoto Kozawa, Satoshi Kobayashi, Shinichi Tanaka, Kohki Hori, Toshiro Miyata
