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• Artiste: Ezra Furman and the Harpoons
• Titre: American Soil
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There's something in the water, something sick in the blood and the oil Here's the white chicken grinning, here's the serpent in a horrible coil Don't be scared by the stared of the peasants on the subway car Because the way things seem in a dream is just the way that they are And I can feel God taking his eyes off you, you were born for American soil 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 a million dollar bills on the lawn And you can feel God taking his eyes off us, we were born for American soil, ah ah... You don't have to be clever to detect a big American sadness When the population rules every man has a hand in the madness There's a dead grove of trees you can visit on the outside of town And there's a desolate dust inside the cemetery settling down And I can feel God taking his eyes off us, we were born for American soil Now we have seen every baby has to have some kind of mother and father But the child's gone wild and the piece has got away from the author If freedom isn't free all the bills must just be lost in the mail Because the highways are on fire and the serpent is now eating its tail And you can feel God taking his eyes off us, we were born for American soil