[Verse 1]
To be American again
Teenaged and certain of innocence
Six lanes of Western caravan
Burn fuel to speed up the renaissance
[Pre-Chorus]
Before the trench coats and the roped-off rooms
The shell-shocked mothers and the TV crews
[Chorus]
Foreclosing a grand, old dream
Black motorcade running on empty
Big box and a Ponzi scheme
Drain everything, land of the plenty
[Verse 2]
In high school, I sang in the choir
With all the Mormons from Rohnert Park
Now all their houses are on fire
Strangе glow of oxblood in the dark
[Pre-Chorus]
I think we all meant wеll, or so I thought
That season, privilege was a parking spot
To be American again
Teenaged and certain of innocence
Six lanes of Western caravan
Burn fuel to speed up the renaissance
[Pre-Chorus]
Before the trench coats and the roped-off rooms
The shell-shocked mothers and the TV crews
[Chorus]
Foreclosing a grand, old dream
Black motorcade running on empty
Big box and a Ponzi scheme
Drain everything, land of the plenty
[Verse 2]
In high school, I sang in the choir
With all the Mormons from Rohnert Park
Now all their houses are on fire
Strangе glow of oxblood in the dark
[Pre-Chorus]
I think we all meant wеll, or so I thought
That season, privilege was a parking spot
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