VINTAGE ROCK N’ ROLL 🎸 In the day we sweat it out on the streets
Of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through the mansions of glory
In suicide machines
Sprung from cages on Highway 9
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected, and steppin’ out over the line
Oh, baby this town rips the bones from your back…
Eugene Vindman No, it’s because of runaway spending on grandiose dreams and printing trillions of dollars without backing.