AMERICAN FOOD

The sound of that car going by
Captured forever in your voicemail
A thought comes to fruition
Ripens
And hits the ground rotten
Is that rain or distant applause
I wonder as i hang up
And say out loud
Your luck could be my luck
Tell me there's a better one
And ill go get my gun
Tell me there's a better one
And ill go get my gun
Tell me there's a better one
And ill go get my gun
Tell me there's a better one
And ill go get my gun
Five bucks off a PA scratcher
A more refined cruelty
The death of a dealership
But maybe I'll adopt a highway
Because every end waits a new beginning
But what was that asterisk trying to say
Well these too big hand me down boots
Have grown my walk in crooked
The benefit of believing you're bad
Is that you get somebody to blame
Tell me there's a better one
And ill go get my gun
Tell me there's a better one
And ill go get my gun
Tell me there's a better one
And ill go get my gun
Tell me there's a better one
And ill go get my gun
Tell me there's a better one
And ill go get my gun
Tell me there's a better one
And ill go get my gun
Tell me there's a better one
And ill go get my gun
Tell me there's a better one
And ill go get my gun