American Soil

There's something in the water, something sick in the blood and the oil See the white chicken grinning, see the serpent in a horrible coil Don't be scared by the stares of the peasants on the subway car Because the way things seem in a dream is just the way that they are And I can feel God taking his eyes off you, you were born for American soil, oh, yes Every race has its place, every nation fights for species' survival I'm a Jew through and through and I'm about to write you a Bible Now, let me take your hand and show you through the twisted hallways of The House of Song We got the magazine wallpaper and a million dollar bills on the lawn Oh, and I can feel God taking his eyes off us, we were born for American soil Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah Ooh, ooh, ooh You don't have to be clever to detect a big American sadness When the population rules, every man has his hand in the madness Well, there's a dead grove of trees you can visit on the outside of town And there's a digital dust inside the cemetery settling down Ooh, and I can feel God taking his eyes off us, we were born for American soil Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Well, now we have seen every baby has to have some kind of mother and father But the child's gone wild and the piece has got away from the author Well, if freedom isn't free, all the bills must just be lost in the mail And the highways are on fire and the serpent is now eating its tail Oh, and we can feel God taking his eyes off us, we were born for American soil Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-oh, ooh