Lyrics by Indi Riverflow

I must admit I love
Even the way she lies
Rolling her eyes and heaving her sighs
Tuned-up and spit-shined
All wound up and out of her mind
Not a thought in her head
About the prices of play
That’s okay
She doesn’t pay ’em anyway

Reckoning clings
On frostbitten wings
Empire’s sparkling, you know what that means
It’s no surprise to any eyes who have seen
Someone shoot for the moon and miss
Stricken with courage from a lion’s kiss
Sailing on storms of bliss
Suspended in a bubble
Inside a tide of rubble
On sound-studded lightening lit clouds
Looming long and rumbling loud

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Oh beautiful America
Your makeup is smeared
Is that oil on your face
Or foreign orphan’s tears?

Oh the buzzing in the crowd
As miss high and flighty tumbles
Wings mangled but head unbowed
Tresses tangled in her soiled shroud
Misguided expeditions endowed
With the force of the humbled
And the curse of the proud

They wake the vaults
And shake the faults
Demons screaming
On the edge of night
Anthems sound wrong
From necks twisted too tight
Voices belonging what never belongs
Aping the real deal and at second sight
Singing like angels but not quite right

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