A long, long time ago,
I can still remember,
When politicians used to be sincere.
But then came a tale that made me shiver,
About a nation that would deliver,
A little white lie we all should fear.

They told us everything was fine,
As long as we just toe the line,
But deep inside, we knew it wasn't true.
The promises they made so grand,
Turned out to be a shifting sand,
And the little white lie was all they knew.

So bye, bye to the American dream,
Drove my Chevy to the ballot box but it wasn't what it seemed.
And those politicians were drinkin' whiskey and rye,
Saying this'll be the day that we lie,
This'll be the day that we lie.

Did you write the book of truth,
And do you have faith in our voting booths?
If the system tells you so, now you know,
That democracy's just a puppet show.
Well, I know that you're in love with power,
'Cause I saw you dance with the devil at midnight hour,
And the little white lie was your favorite bow.

I was a lonely teenage citizen,
With a broken heart and a flag that's thin,
But I knew that we were in this all together.
But the day the truth was swept away,
I watched my hopes begin to decay,
The little white lie brought stormy weather.

And while we screamed "No more deception!"
The leaders laughed with great perception,
But they couldn't see, the joke was on them.
Their castle built on fragile ground,
Came crashing down with a thunderous sound,
And the little white lie was exposed to them.

Now for years we've carried the weight,
Of empty promises and twisted fate,
But we won't forget the lessons we have learned.
We'll rise again, our voices strong,
And rewrite the lyrics to this song,
No more little white lies, our trust is earned.

And as we stood there on the brink,
Of a future where truth won't sink,
We sang for the world to hear our plea.
Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in the chase,
Singing, "This is the day that we'll be free!"

And we were singing...
Bye, bye to the American dream,
Drove our Chevy to the ballot box, but it wasn't what it seemed.
And those politicians were drinkin' whiskey and rye,
Saying, "This'll be the day that we lie,
This'll be the day that we lie."

We all sang...
Bye, bye to the American dream,
Drove our Chevy to the ballot box, but it wasn't what it seemed.
And those politicians were drinkin' whiskey and rye,
Saying, "This'll be the day that we lie,
This'll be the day that we lie."

Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in the chase,
Singing, "This is the day that we'll be free!"