From Russian Torrents With Love

Don't you see
 Miss America walks with me
 But don't doubt her mystery
 You know she could be you
 False envy
 I've spit the seeds of your jealousy
 They stole the color from the leaves
 And taught us dead is the new true
 Sailed the ocean blue or the River Styx?
 Built a house made from blood-stained bricks
 We blemished her gown now the colors all mix
 She hasn't worn white since '76
 The orange king with his empty crown
 Sits atop his throne of green
 Face painted with a permanent frown
 He screeches at the TV screen
 Lies and their consequence
 Are no commodities
 They used to both be worth two cents
 But now we get them free
 Nothing but a group of strangers who play
 By shooting at our our soft, pink layers
 Hitting veins is the American way
 But hitting arteries puts you in our thoughts and prayers
 The orange king with his empty crown
 Sits atop his throne of green
 Face painted with a permanent frown
 He screeches at the TV screen
 His finger held over the button
 Weighed down by the pre-diamond industry
 Mistaken the kings for pawns
 To help fuel his fantasy
 Castles built on the shore of industry
 The tide is laced with lye
 Our leaders have the power to kill
 Without the power to die
 The orange king with his empty crown
 Sits atop his throne of green
 Face painted with a permanent frown
 He screeches at the TV screen
 His finger held over the button
 Weighed down by the pre-diamond industry
 Mistaken the kings for pawns
 To help fuel his fantasy