American Soil Ezra Furman

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

When 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 the million dollar bills on the lawn

Oh and I can feel God taking his eyes off us
We were born for American soil
Oh, oh, oh, whoo