American Idols Lyrics

Lock the people up

Throw away the key

Pour gasoline

On the rebel wannabes

Investigate the masses

Through a peephole on their phones

Empty all their pockets

Replace em all with drones

What're you good for if you don't bow down?

Kiss the ring that gave you the thorns in your crown

Can't put me away

Like I'm a bad disciple

I won't bow down

To your American idols

Hollywood's on fire

Stars are burning out

They scold you from their castles

Fill their pools till there's a drought

Impress an algorithm

Look baby you're a star

Living to go viral

O how we've come so far

What're you good for if you don't sell out?

Kiss the ring that gave you the thorns in your crown…

Can't put me away

Like I'm a bad disciple

I won't bow down

To your American idols

Can't put me away

Like I'm a bad disciple

I won't bow down

To your American idols