America Made Me

de The Decemberists

America made me
Of brick and coal and rubber
America made me
A camp and cold little kickabout
And look at me now

Aluminum paved me
I was primped and poised and shit out
Antediluvian lady
You won't get far in a knockabout
With your keel in the ground

American made me
America, save me from myself
And all these wishers-well
America, parade me
I dare you to lull me to my knees
And give me something sweet
Maybe something that will get me back to sleep

They told me to line up
They said, keep your mind out of the gutter
Or it's likely you'll wind up
In some dark hole, all a-mutter 'bout
All the ways you've been wronged

So America, heal me
Come kick my door off the hinges
Swap me out for a real me
One that's not always going on about
How he'll never belong

America made me
So America, save me from myself
You long to, I can tell
Abuse and abrade me
I'm coming to you on my hands and knees
Just feed me something soft and sweet
Maybe something that won't keep me from my sleep

Oh, no
Give me something to sleep
Give me something to sleep
And maybe something that won't keep me from my sleep
Oh, no
Give me something to sleep
A little something to sleep
Maybe something that won't keep me from my sleep

Something to sleep
Something to sleep
Something to sleep
Maybe something that won't keep me from my sleep
Oh, no
Something to sleep
Just a little something to sleep
Maybe something that won't keep me from my sleep

Oh, no
Something to sleep
Just a little something to sleep
Maybe something that won't keep me from my sleep
Something to sleep
Something to sleep

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