American Fights

Lyrics

And it's all inside your head Pictures painted perfect, black and red It's a theme worth fighting for And all the lines now have been drawn Arousing questions No one's getting hurt You're a patriot of words And it's cloudy all day and you don't have much to say A weakened attempt Taking over Getting answers Take a step Irradicate A lonesome day of work and sweat and tears And grief and constant running hate And if I had a dime for every time you cried Then I would buy you a holiday in Rome And if I had a chance to buy a piece of time I'd wake up to a life of crime A broken jaw A penny lost The sounds of shattered bits of glass and stepped on moss And I know you well A sour girl, who gave up hopes and dreams of a different world And I hope you've bought some time Because every minute lost is a minute past your prime; time TV gets you through A lonesome day of work and sweat and tears And grief and thoughts of twenty-two A pseudo-thought I'm getting lost The taste of blood American fights hurt so much And I can't believe, you're getting up The cost of living everywhere it just went up And if I had a dime for every time you cried Then I would buy you a holiday in Rome And if I had a chance to buy a piece of time I'd wake up to a life of crime