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Progress Progress, Pt. 1: American Pie & Pt. 2: The Future Is Here

[Part 1:American Pie]

[Intro:Shad]
Bye-bye Miss American Pie
Drove a block to that shop with the liquor inside
Singin' 'Gin and Juice', drinkin' whisky and rye
Thinkin' 'This'll be the day that I...'

[Verse 1: Shad]
The night the music died
There were flashes of massive plane and stock crashes
Flower baskets and caskets
A.I.G. and B.I.G. and C.I.G.-arette ashes
From that burned down Baptist Church
Where little black fists never got raised
In the light of today's practice
Supposed and post blackness
The night the music died we burned all the classics
On to one last disc of bright blue plastic
Johnny Cash hits and a rapper/actress
More powerful than two Cleopatras
The night the music died, all so tragic
Then something else happened and we all got distracted
Something so dramatic for however long it lasted
We were saddened then ecstatic, saying Michael
Then imagine, then...

[Bridge/Hook 1]
Bye-bye Miss American Pie
Miseducated by these terrible lies
Age 27, with a wink in her eyes
Singin','This'll be the day that I die'

[Verse 2: Shad]
She cried 'I'm bored!'
Said 'Yeah you're starting to bore us'
Never gone this long without a chorus
The night the music died we expected a performance
We waited, the parade never came around our corners
The coroners report was a song by a foreigner
A man who learned the slang
Before he ever crossed the boarder
He learned all he knew from off a four track recorder
'Don't mourn her' he said
'Life should be four minutes or shorter' he's singing...

[Bridge/Hook 2]
Bye-bye Miss American Pie
Took a cab to the lab
But it didn't arrive
Shotgun blast
Both hands to the sky
Singin' 'This'll be the day that I...'
Bye-bye Miss American Pie

[Verse 3: Shad]
One time at Band Camp
Drove this Trans Am, She could fly
Traded her for a foreign car
Kept in storage, parked
Until the tires got deflated
No air, like Jordin Sparks
Stripped and sold for her parts like porn stars
To keep shades worn in the dark, like Corey Hart
'What she got under the hood?'
Lets take a look-see
What's going on in the hood?
What's good B?
Well what seems good ain't always good
Even what's really good ain't all that it could be
I find they game too bush-league
They rhymes is lame
My mind's the same a Usain's footspeed
And that pushed me off the beaten trail
Like a runaway slave on some underground VIA-Rail
Cause we still feel them beats
But I don't mean Pharrell
I mean we still feel them beats
We were beaten well
I mean look how we still scared to be ourselves
Can't speak out and I don't mean that we need a cell
And by cell I don't mean a jail
I mean hell we locked up
And these banks keep receiving bail
I don't mean to speak this real but like damn
I don't mean to sound depressed but I am
The night the music died it slept with a fan
Put her breasts in his hands
And said 'Never sing for less than a grand' bam

[Bridge/Hook 3]
Bye-bye Miss American Pie
Drove a block to that shop with the liquor inside
Singin' 'Gin and Juice', drinkin' whisky and rye
Singin' 'This'll be the day that I...'

[Verse 4: Shad]
Bye-bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, Nope
Guess the levee broke
This'll be the day that I die, guess you never know
Dropping acid rain from the sky in a deadly dose
The night the music died they played something beautiful
To drown out the rain and the refrain from the funeral
Look, Wayne's in the studio
And the Saints win the Super Bowl
But it's a different crowd this time around in that Superdome
Storm's brewing, I can feel something's not right
Writing Old Prince lyrics
Something 'bout pop life
Everybody need a thrill, some entertainment
Some Richard Pryor, Usher Raymond
No blaming the products of the products
Made of pop cans and Pop-Tarts and pop charts and all stars
And doll parts and stock cars and Walmarts with shop carts
And ballparks with playoffs and day jobs with layoffs between faded soft
And the night the music died nobody investigated it
Just another one of us laying on the Vegas Strip
They close the casket and the case up quick
Guess they figured it was gang related and never gave a shh...

[Outro]
Bye-bye Miss American Pie

[Part 2: The Future is Here]

[Verse 1: Singer]
If we've got good elections oh ho
And we keep our confessions oh ho
And we got good connections oh ho
And we got good corrections oh ho

[Hook]
America don't need Jesus
The future is here
America don't need Jesus
The future is here

[Verse 2: Singer]
If we've got all the weapons oh ho
Aimed in all directions oh ho
And we've got good professions oh ho
And we've got good erections oh ho

[Hook]
America don't need Jesus
The future is here
America don't need Jesus
The future is here [x9]