Well you just can't hide
From your own lies
They've been locked inside your head for too long
Well, I know mine
It's that even half the time
I'm someone worthy of writing a song
But I've gotta keep tryin'
Cause I realized that layin' down and dyin'
Isn't gonna get me nowhere
well I'm not scared of death
I've already breathed one final breath
But as you can see, I'm still here
Well the businessmen can breathe
And what's more
They can achieve
And they can watch you crumble away to dust
Cause they know, but they don't care
A dollar, to them,
Is worth more than air
That won't cause your own lungs to rust
but our breaths are just pauses
In the story we're all telling
Bookending every moment
In these lives that we're selling
Well you can be whatever you want in America
We know everything in America
Well by our own suit and tie we're
hanged in the museum halls
but we're no still life
in fact we've got no life left at all
Well when we die, we become art
But I knew right from the start
They'd be selling us in the malls
And there are craters in the earth
And there are dust bowl blues
And I know our own hands
Are still bloody too
And their graves spring up like strip malls
Tattooed across our ancient walls
And while kids are in the street
All drunk with the world under their feet
Well you know they can't stand at all
Well we businessmen can't breathe
Our lungs are choked, but we still believe
that our breaths are just pauses
In the story we're all telling
Bookending every moment
In these lives that we're selling
Well you can be whatever you want in America
We know everything in America