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March 13, 2009 11:04 AM 3/13/09

Our Freedoms Goodbye - ttto American Pie by Don Mclean

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A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How the signals never reached my brain.
And I would often take the chance
To lose my tinfoil hat and dance
And, maybe, just be happy for a while.

But the government made me bitter
With every new emitter.
Signals on my cortex;
I had to take the next step.



I can't recall all I've tried
And my inclination's slowly died.
But something's broken deep inside
The day my spirit died.

So bye-bye, freedoms goodbye.
The signals in my cortex,
And my cortex is fried.
The good old days before a tinfoil sky
Singin, "Why must the people all cry?"
"Why must the government lie?"

"Did you steal my e-mail codes?"
"Why don't you fix the roads?"
"Where's the money going to?"
"Do you understand our fate?
"Why must you always hate,
The ones who always question you?"

"I know that you're stealing from us!"
"You've thrown us beneath the bus!"
"You've used us through and through,
I've long accepted hating you!"

I was a lonely computer geek,
With the means and will to seek,
But my resistance was weak,
The day my spirit died.

I started typing,
Bye-bye, freedoms goodbye.
The signals in my cortex,
And my cortex is fried.
The good old days before a tinfoil sky
Singin, "Why must the people all cry?"
"Why must the government lie?"

Now for eight years they've been on a roll
Trying to steal our heart and soul,
But that's not the thing for me.
When they first landed on the scene,
And they broke the American dream,
The dreams we had then were not to be.

And while the world was looking 'round,
They pushed us all underground.
The signals were confirmed;
Our dreams they all had burned.
And while people grew far apart,
They tried to control our hearts,
And I sat shivering in the dark
The day my spirit died.

And I was typing,
So bye-bye, freedoms goodbye.
The signals in my cortex,
And my cortex is fried.
The good old days before a tinfoil sky
Singin, "Why must the people all cry?"
"Why must the government lie?"

Wander wander to try and find me.
My home and heart left far behind me,
I became homeless pretty fast.
The signals they grew stronger,
The people they grew dumb and dumber,
With the transmitters looking down.

Now at election time we gave the call
We tried our best to oust them all.
We all went out to vote,
The end though not of note!
They rigged the computer election machines;
It was the damndest thing we'd ever seen.
Do you know how we felt
The day my spirit died.

And we were typing,
Bye-bye, freedoms goodbye.
The signals in my cortex,
And my cortex is fried.
The good old days before a tinfoil sky
Singin, "Why must the people all cry?"
"Why must the government lie?"

And they damn well won the whole damn race,
Despite our angry face
With four more years to go again.
People got mad and then they all got sick!
Joe Sickpack started throwing bricks
Cause they weren't happy then.

Some of them were morose beyond belief
All of them looking for relief.
No one took a stand
To break their clenching hand.
And as the days turned into nights
We all stared at city lights,
While the government took our rights
The day my spirit died.

And I kept typing,
Bye-bye, freedoms goodbye.
The signals in my cortex,
And my cortex is fried.
The good old days before a tinfoil sky
Singin, "Why must the people all cry?"
"Why must the government lie?"

I watched it on all the news
And I still sang the blues,
But the problem didn't go away.
I went to hang with friends
Who hung on through bitter ends,
But their hearts I couldn't sway.

And in our world so failed; the days passed on,
Our rights so curtailed, almost all were gone.
Many a word was uttered;
The people's hearts were guttered.
Finally the elections came;
The sun shinging after rain,
The people finally knew the game,
Of the one who made their spirits die.

And they were shouting,
"Why-why did our freedoms die?!"
The signals in my cortex,
And my cortex is fried.
The good old days before a tinfoil sky
Singin, "Why must the people all cry?"
"Why must the government lie?"

And they were shouting,
"Why-why did our freedoms die?!"
The signals in my cortex,
And my cortex is fried.
The good old days before a tinfoil sky
Singin, "Why must the people all cry?"
"Why must the government lie?"




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