American Dreams (Bullets on the Byway)

Well I slept right through the American Dream
Like a b-grade movie that I'd already seen
You bound my hands and you stole it from me
Weak-eyed, slack-jawed, you get it for free

The sweet life landslide was never for me
But it's easier to cry than to find relief
I'll take the real thing over all the saccharine
Slapback, Cadillac, Where You Been

Ooo, bullets on the byway
Ooo, bullets on the byway

How do you do? I've got nothin for you
I'm short on stories, even shorter on truth
Fighting back the tears on the 6:03
Shell game, still the same, you take it from me

Ooo, bullets on the byway
Ooo, bullets on the byway
3 to 1 odds that you'll never see it my way
Ooo, bullets on the byway

You believe what you want to believe
You believe what you want to believe
You believe what you wanna wanna wanna believe
You give it with one hand and you take it with the other
Hate the other guy when he's probably your brother
You believe what you wanna wanna wanna believe

Ooo, bullets on the byway
Ooo, bullets on the byway
3 to 1 odds that you'll never see it my way
Ooo, bullets on the byway
Well I slept right through the American Dream



Credits
Writer(s): James Schaffner
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