Lost in America
Land of the Free and Home of the Brave
Marching for my freedom in an overcoat and sunglasses
I'm still a slave
Trapped in the Eighties with a coke-nail and a rosary and ten-dollar shoes
Lots of sex and violence or spiritual enlightenment?
How can I choose?
The same pair of lips pressed up against my ear
The same sermon every day
Always that loud but never so clear as the first time they caught me at play
Land of Opportunity
Knocking everything I've never tried
I don't hate everything but can't you see how many nights I've cried
I need your sympathy
I can't take a word of your advice
"Never fall in love," she said
"Because then we get to make you suffer twice."
The same pair of eyes that hypnotized the virgins and the fools
The silver tongue of treachery that twisted all the rules
"Save yourself for politics," she said behind a cigarette on her side of the bed
"At least I gave you something to remember until the day they make you dead."
I couldn't even thank her
I just tied my tie and paid her at the door
She laughed like running water
She'd seen my kind a hundred times before
The same pair of hands wrapped around my neck
So comforting so cold
Take me underwater where the sunlight goes away
Going for the gold
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