[Intro] [Upbeat country, acoustic guitar, light percussion, major key] [Verse 1] [Cheerful vocals, steady rhythm, banjo accent] Well your daddy bought his house at twenty-five On a factory wage, kept the dream alive Now you're pushing forty with a twelve month lease But hey, at least bombs are dropping in the Middle East Got your streaming service and phone upgrade Living large on a stagflated wage They say some billionaire had a blackmail isle And we're just supposed to flash an All-American smile [Chorus] [Building energy, fuller drums, electric guitar enters] Got your cold beer and your fantasy team Living that downsized American dream Your kids might not have it like your folks before But we don't talk about that no more Just keep on working, keep on the grind Don't got the time or the peace of mind Epstein who? I don't recall Epstein who? Don't mean nothing to me at all [Verse 2] [Slight edge creeping in, tempo steady, minor chord hints] Dad retired with a pension plan You got a 401k that's worth ten grand Your son's gonna graduate with debt sky-high But that's just life, don't ask me why They're talking bout some list that disappeared They say it's all debunked, case is cleared And the man said he barely knew Jeffrey's name But you got bills, ain't got time for that game [Chorus] [Tension building, drums more aggressive, distortion on guitar] Got your cold beer and your weekend games Everything's different but it's all the same Your kids won't ever own no property But that's just how it's supposed to be Just keep your head down, keep playing along Crank up that proud American song Epstein who? Never heard of him Epstein who? Memory's getting kind of dim [Bridge] [Intensity rising, vocal strain appearing, heavy drums] Grandpa bought a house and raised up five On a single income, stayed alive Now you're both working, barely scraping by But we don't question why Down with family, up with Instagram And half your neighbors' got an OnlyFans They cried America First, then came the switch And now they tell us to just forget that shit [Final Chorus] [Full anger release, driving rock country, shouted vocals, distorted guitars] Got your cold beer and your four-wheel drive Wonder who stole our chance to thrive The ladder's breaking but we're holding on Singing the same old song Just a simple man in a complex time This is fine, yeah, this is fine Epstein who? That name don't ring a bell Oh, Epstein and you! Yea, you can go to hell! [Outro] [Exhausted resignation, instruments dropping out, back to sparse acoustic] (Epstein who? Epstein who?) Just smile and push on through Living that American dream (Or whatever's left of whatever that means)
