Kredyty
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jason Tyler Guest
Other Instrument
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Tyler Guest
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jason Tyler Guest
Producer
Tekst Utworu
They used to call it the land of the free
But freedom's got a different pedigree
The eagle's grounded, flapping in place
While the maple leaf floats with delicate grace
No one's knocking at their golden gates
Even Disney World's having slow days
They shout "great again!" with rage and fear
But greatness packed up and got out of here
When the world's gone crazy and nothing feels right
And the news keeps us up every single night
We look around at our northern estates
And say — at least we don't live in the States
They've got more guns than honest debates
More church than love, more greed than grace
They vote like it's roulette with loaded rounds
Then blame the mirror when it all comes down
Once the dream, now a slow-motion wake
From promised land to a nationwide ache
While we sip our Timmy's in relative peace
They're out there beefin' with the police
When they scream about freedom but legislate hate
When kids need GoFundMe to get through the gate
We count our blessings, we dodge their fates
And say — at least we don't live in the States
At least we don't live in the States
Where hope deflates and folks migrate
Where money talks and truth sedates
Where every morning brings brand-new debates
Their dream's a grift, their flag's a shield
Their moral compass? Unreliably sealed
We're north of the madness, cool and composed
They're melting down in their melting pot's ghost
They've got Space Force, but can't fix the grid
The lights go out — but not the fibs
From sea to shining sea they say
While flooding towns wash out each day
They call us mild, too nice, too tame
We call it functional, not a shame
Their votes get hacked, their courts decay
Our biggest scandal? A hockey delay
So when liberty limps and justice waits
And their heroes fall from golden plates
We hug our moose, we close our gates
And say — at least we don't live in the States
The world once dreamed of U.S. shores
Now it dreams of leaving through back doors
Their tourism tanks, their visas expire
Their president sets the world on fire
While they scroll through panic and scream at fate
We slow our roll and meditate
They chase conspiracies, we grow beets
And yes, we compost — we compost with heat
When democracy teeters and civility breaks
When the empire groans and the red line quakes
We sip our beers by peaceful lakes
And say — at least we don't live in the States
Yeah — at least we don't live in the States
We're chillin' up north — watching the breaks
And through all the noise, we quietly state:
At least we don't live in the States
Written by: Jason Tyler Guest
