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
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
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Writer(s): Ezra Furman
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