AMERICAN FOOD

Lyrics

[Intro] One, two, three, four [Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] Tell me there's a better one And I'll go get my gun Tell me there's a better one And I'll go get my gun Tell me there's a better one And I'll go get my gun Tell me there's a bettеr one And I'll go get my— [Verse 2] Five bucks off a PA scratchеr 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 [Chorus] Tell me there's a better one And I'll go get my gun Tell me there's a better one And I'll go get my gun Tell me there's a better one And I'll go get my gun Tell me there's a better one And I'll go get my gun Tell me there's a better one And I'll go get my gun Tell me there's a better one And I'll go get my gun Tell me there's a better one And I'll go get my gun Tell me there's a better one And I'll go get my gun