Neon Lies

Stepping off the tour bus into plastic paradise
Twenty-dollar drinks and these bitches think that's the price
Of real country music, but they don't have a clue
The Ryman's history lost on these soiled doves
'Bout the honky-tonks where the real ones grew
Cowboy hats from Target and boots that never walked
Listening to Morgan Walmart thinking it's of value
Hope you brought plan b, baby, cause these budweiser tools don't care about you
Through Tennessee mud where the real folks talked
Instagram stories of their weekend getaway
Flashy outfits they bought from Temu
While real Nashville dies a little more each day
Algorithm party, algorithm fun
Algorithm tells you when the night is done
These are neon lies, neon lies
Underneath electric skies
Broadway dreams and Broadway schemes
Nothing here is what it seems
Toxic Masculinity winning more and more
Rich White Men forcing their lies and rent prices on young women who want an exciting life
Controlling our bodies cause Uncle Dickface Governor
After fixing air conditioning as a business is now leading women's choices
Neon lies, neon lies
Dancing to synthesized trash and patriarchy
Country music for the masses
Tourist traps and VIP passes
Pedal taverns rolling by with drunk Ohio moms
Singing "Wagon Wheel" like it's gospel or psalms
While the real musicians play for tips and beer
In the shadows where the tourists never hear
Bottle service at the honky-tonk
Corporate country making them think
This is Nashville, this is true
But honey, we see right through you
System overload... System overload...
Too much fake... Too much fake...
You can't download soul
You can't purchase real
All your money can't buy
What we actually feel
These are neon lies, neon lies
We see through your disguise
Broadway dreams and Broadway schemes
Wake up from synthetic dreams
Neon lies, neon lies
Your facade is digitized
Keep your plastic, keep your show
We know what you'll never know
Rick James said it best....
Fuck your couch...fight back ladies...stand your ground