American Epilogue Lyrics

We've things now to discuss

This life seems hazardous

We've lost the plot and now's the part

Where things get dangerous

Where ways of old are lost

Just legends in the dust

May not our myths be left to sift

Through what is left of us

I think we've done our job

Here in America

To raise the prices and our vices

Far beyond the cost

The great and white divide

The Jesus Antichrist

That we have built through lust and wealth

Is holy in our eyes

Oh, God, oh, God, how come?

Oh, God, oh, God, how come?

Oh, God, oh, God, how come?

Oh, God, oh, God, is this?

The end, the end, the end

Oh, God is this

The end, the end, the end

Oh, God is this the end?

Maybe we are too dramatic

When it comes to prophecy

Maybe we are too ecstatic

When it comes to ending things

And just maybe everything

Is not about America

Maybe we should take a step back

And embrace our epilogue

Okay, okay, okay

Okay, okay, okay

I think we'll be okay

In the end, the end, the end

I think we'll be okay

In the end, the end, the end

I think we'll be okay

In the end, the end, the end

I think we'll be okay

In the end, the end, the end

I think we'll be okay

Save the world, save the day

Raise a flag

Can we be okay when we reach the end?

Save the world, save the day

Raise a flag, will we be okay?

Raise a flag

Can we be okay when we reach the end?