American Skin
I've got one arm tied to the railroad tracks,
I'm taking my time and not looking back.
To condemn myself to a hard day's sweat,
In a lust for excess often fed but never met.
You know it's a struggle,
In this American Skin.
There's something to these ties that bind,
All the little things that we've left behind.
The way her hair moves when she hears the sound,
Of the last souls of freedom, long since underground.
You know it's a struggle,
In this American Skin.
I've got one last chance before the whistle blows,
To leave the shiny car and the nicest clothes.
I know that money means felicity,
But it's hard to see how the richest man is free.
You know it's a struggle,
In this American Skin.
I've got a one way ticket to the promised land,
My "American" life in the palm of my hand.
It's either end it now or be a slave,
In the land of the free and the home of the brave.
You know it's a struggle,
In this American Skin.
I'm taking my time and not looking back.
To condemn myself to a hard day's sweat,
In a lust for excess often fed but never met.
You know it's a struggle,
In this American Skin.
There's something to these ties that bind,
All the little things that we've left behind.
The way her hair moves when she hears the sound,
Of the last souls of freedom, long since underground.
You know it's a struggle,
In this American Skin.
I've got one last chance before the whistle blows,
To leave the shiny car and the nicest clothes.
I know that money means felicity,
But it's hard to see how the richest man is free.
You know it's a struggle,
In this American Skin.
I've got a one way ticket to the promised land,
My "American" life in the palm of my hand.
It's either end it now or be a slave,
In the land of the free and the home of the brave.
You know it's a struggle,
In this American Skin.