Mall Of America

They say it's murder on your folk career

To make a rock record with the disappeared

We'll let the police helicopters pull stereos out of the lake

There is not an image that I must defend

There are no art forms now just capitalism

So send the national guard to the mall of America

And they can dress dead bodies up in tight designer jeans

Diesel Prada it looks good, it looks good, it looks good

Yeah it does

I'm gonna lie down with a common sound

I'm gonna bury my blues, so it's never found

I'm gonna learn to pay attention to the television sets

And if my sadness needs a catalyst

I'll just uncover my eyes so much stimulus

And at the shopping epicenter, I have an agoraphobic fit

So buy a fountain soda, put some sugar on my tongue

I'll wake up and write some songs, with no soul

With no soul, with no soul