Альбом Edwin McCain

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All is quiet on the Western front,
There appears to be a lull.
John and Jane Doe are sleeping well tonight
With the little thoughts inside their skulls.
Salome she's undressed to the nines
Although a few pounds fatter.
She's got Pavlov's bells on her ankles and wrists,
She coming at you with her platter.
I stole down to the waterfront
To escape the desert heat.
What on earth you gotta do around here
To try and get yourself a drink
Heard John the Baptist preaching
"Make way for the King,
But if you wanna recognize him,
You gotta tell me all your sins"

They are building a new gallows
For when You show up on the street.
Polishing the electric chair,
They're gonna give You a front row seat.
Heard a sneer outside the garden;
Salutation so well-heeled:
"Welcome all you suckers to Struggleville"

I've been trying to negotiate peace
With my own existence.
She's gotta stockpile full of weaponry;
She breaking every cease-fire agreement.
Whole thing is full of decay
Just as sure as I'm made of dust,
And into rust I know the beast is falling.

They are building a new gallows
For when You show up on the street.
Polishing the electric chair,
They're gonna give You a front row seat.
Heard a sneer outside the garden;
Salutation so well-heeled:
"Final Stop! No points beyond Struggleville,
Welcome all you suckers to Struggleville"

I didn't reach out,
Cause I didn't need saving.
I wasn't drowning,
I was just waving.
I apologize,
for the misunderstanding.
But I wasn't falling,
I was just landing.
I'm not over,
Just getting started.
I'm not gonna be some,
dearly departed.
I wouldn't shatter,
to the touch.
Baby you worry,
A little too much.

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If you let me be,
Who I'm becoming,
Stop seeing me,
as everything I've been.
You could be free,
from the wondering.
Let me give you something to,
truly believe in.

If I'm guilty,
it's not murder,
But is killing time,
so unkind?
And we take this struggle,
further and further.
Only to find,
oh no finish lines.

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If you let me be,
who I am becoming.
Stop seeing me,
as everything I've been.
You could be free,
from the wondering.
Let me give you something to,
truly believe in.

We can chose to fight the war,
or find the little things.
There's music in the notes,
it's in the space between.

(Chorus) If you let me be,
who I'm becoming.
Stop seeing me,
as everything I've been.
You could be free,
from the wondering.
Let me give you something to,
truly believe in forgiveness.
I truly believe,
we can begin again.
I truly believe,
I can fix this.
Let me give you something,
to truly believe in.

Well I made a small fortune sellin used cars
And it's buried out back in a cookie jar
I raise a toast to Senior Escobar
For givin me a pot to piss in

Well I ran a little scam until '92
Now I hang around here for somethin to do
And I just keep talkin till I'm blue
To any one who'll listen

Chorus:
Yes, we're lost in America
And this land we're so proud of
We got the cars, the girls, the money, the drugs
To get you out of your rut
Yes, we're lost in America

She got a brand new lease on an Escalade
And a bumper sticker bout a whale to save
And she's burnin up gas like they gave it away
At least her kid's on the honor roll

She got a handful of pills to improve her mood
Liposuction, big, fake boobs
She got a Mexican maid that brings the food
To the birdcage made of gold

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Bridge:
I'm droppin out
And I'm quittin this game
Yes, I'm washin my feet, turn off my phone
Changin my name, hittin the road
Don't really know where I'm gonna go
But I'm gettin the hell out of here

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In America
Yes, we're lost in America

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