[Spoken Word Intro] They traded the trenches for the campus halls. Turned real world grit into jello. If you take survival out of the equation... Affluenza takes down a nation. Listen close. [Verse 1 Rap] Started way back, -eighteen eighty four, Fabian steps creeping through the faculty door. Nineteen thirties professors in the lecture seats, Sowing seeds of a sickness that the future reaps. McCarthy tried to sound the horn, they shut him down, Left the runway clear to radicalize the nation. Then came the Boomers born in the post war gold, Safe as hell in a world they didn’t have to mold. Yuri Bezmenov warned us on the television screen: Four stages of a quiet, psychological machine. Demoralization takes twenty long years to breed, When a pampered generation swallows down the seed. [Sung Chorus] Oh, we’re living in the Cadillac Trap! Where the comfort is a cage and the history cracks! The old-timers told us what the warfare cost, But the baseline of reality got completely lost! Yeah, the cushion is soft but the price is high, Watching a rich world choke on a manufactured lie! [Verse 2 Rap] Gen X grew up sitting at the veterans' feet, Hearing stories from the Argonne and the Normandy street. Real grit, real hunger, no digital screens, We learned the difference between the truth and the scenes. Now the zoomer girls are captured by the institutional matrix, Thirty seven genders and ideological politics. But the zoomer boys are watching what their Gen X dads do, Rejecting the collapse, staying anchored and true. Because the younger demographic is a minefield to tread, They weaponize the kids and they mess with your head. Peak socialist tactics in the family court, A man risks his soul just to watch it cut short. [Bridge Sung] But a man still needs a companion at the end of the day, Someone to talk to when the world goes gray. So look at the cougars standing safe and sane, No ideological poison running through their brain. A woman over fifty knows the world before the craze, Grounded in reality, unchanged by the phase. That’s why the fifty year old men are looking up to seventy, And twenty five year old boys want fifty five for serenity. You get a real partner with her head on straight, And you skip the legal chains and the trap at the gate. If the storm still hits and the relationship cracks, A man can walk away with his boots on the tracks. It’s a demographic nightmare, the cradle goes cold, Yuri said the final crisis takes its ultimate hold. [ Chorus] Oh, we’re living in the Cadillac Trap! Where the comfort is a cage and the history cracks! The old-timers told us what the warfare cost, But the baseline of reality got completely lost! Yeah, the cushion is soft but the price is high, Watching a rich world choke on a manufactured lie! [Outro Spoken Word] No chains on the ankle. No weapons in the court. Just a companion who remembers the light... Before the whole world short-circuited. Yeah. Walk away clean. But the society is in danger for those who wish to remain free. And, worse than Yuri's warning, a birth rate freeze.
