London After Midnight
London After Midnight
London After Midnight
London After Midnight
London After Midnight
London After Midnight
London After Midnight
London After Midnight
London After Midnight
London After Midnight
London After Midnight
London After Midnight
London After Midnight
They want to tell you what to think
They want to tell you what to feel
They want to tell you what is right
And what is wrong
They want to tell you what is real
What ever happened to us?
What ever happened to love?
We were the real thing
We were the real thing
America's a fucking disease
You're on your back and down on your knees
They question what you want to believe
No question what you want to believe
Are you afraid of the truth?
Are you afraid what you'd find?
Are you happy in denial?
Are you happy being blind?
Love turned to vanity
Truth turned hypocrisy
We were the real thing
Now we are nothing
America's a fucking disease
You're on your back and down on your knees
They question what you want to believe
No question what you want to believe
And you won't ever see the truth
You can't be questioned if you're strong
And you won't ever stop to think
If what you've done is right or wrong
Because you're on the side of God
And you've crowned yourself a king
But when you're not among your little sheep
You just don't understand a thing
Love turned to vanity
Truth turned hypocrisy
We were the real thing
Now we are nothing
America's a fucking disease
You're on your back and down on your knees
They question what you want to believe
No question what you want to believe
America, America
America, America
America, America
America
America's a fucking disease
America’s A Fucking Disease was written by Sean Brennan.
America’s A Fucking Disease was produced by Sean Brennan.