Text: Cassino. Sounds Of Salvation. American Low.

Oh this hurricane's blowing us thin
This never ending swirl of American sin
Where I strayed on my knees to a bottomless cage
Where they throw dollar bills and hope to be saved
The poshest scarf on the warmest day...
Its enough to make you give up ...she says...
I know I know I know ...it shows

As we sleep in this broken Cadillac
We watch the world leave it doesn't look back
I gotta say that...when my heart attacks
Don't return it...it will fire right back...
So let's just lie here as they paint us black...

Oh this earthquake is shaking our hands
Free at the wrists just as we started a dance
The hardest thing next to diamond rings
Is the coats we have to wear just to make ends meet
I got this year and fifty more to beat...
Its enough to make you give up...she says...
I know I know I know...so let go...

The nervous ticks only the holy get
The country treats as the cities get sick
The lunatics and the Harlem tricks
The country treats as we all get sick...

(Thanks to Mark for these lyrics)