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?