Bleed American

i'm not alone because the t.v.'s on

i'm not crazy because i take the right pills every day and rest

clean your conscience

clear your thoughts with speyside

with your grain

salt sweat sugar on the asphalt

our hearts littering the topsoil

tune in

we can get the last call

sign up

it's the picket line or the parade

our lives

our coal

i bled the greed from my arm

won't they give it a rest now?

now?

now?

now?