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• Artiste: Erin LeCount
• Titre: American Dream
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Rise and shine, I'm waking up To a stranger's American dream The stairway to heaven is oh-so cheap Fool's gold and the myth of meritocracy The closest to death that I've ever been Was in a room full of people who begged to hear me sing Like mm-mm-mm Lately, I've been feeling guilty Dancing like a star living at the Premiere Inn, where A day drink turns into a daydream I am at the movies, I am on the big screen My friends are on the radio, and I put my grief in sterеo I play it loud, I play it slow Tell my mother not to call, I'm working myself to thе bone If that's the dream, it's what I want Rise and shine, I'm waking up To a stranger's American dream I wake at 5 AM, call it discipline I'm like an early bird that's forgotten how to sing Talk myself down at the kitchen sink I get what I want, and then I just get sick All my lovers wish that I could just sleep in But I can't stand to be touched, can't stand to be kissed I just think about myself and I don't want kids I write shit in these songs I know that I'll regret Lately, I've been feeling filthy Painted starry nights in artex on the ceiling This is sacred, trying to make ends meet This is what I wanted, this is what I'm gettin' My friends are on the radio and I put my grief in stereo Just play it loud and play it slow I get what I want, then I thank God, the truth is that we never talk Get what I want, it's not enough, get what I need, then I fuck it up Lately, I want to feel guilty Dancing like a star living at the Premiere Inn, where I've be feeling like a damn machine But I am picture perfect, see me on your big screen My friends are on the radio and I put my grief in stereo Just play it loud and play it slow I get what I want, then I thank God, the truth is that we never talk Get what I want, it's not enough, get what I need, then I fuck it up