Paroles de American Food

The sound of that car going by
Captured forever in your voicemail
A thought comes to fruition
Ripens
And hits the ground rotten
Is that rain or distant applause
I wonder as i hang up
And say out loud
Your luck could be my luck

Tell me there’s a better one
And ill go get my gun
Tell me there’s a better one
And ill go get my gun
Tell me there’s a better one
And ill go get my gun
Tell me there’s a better onе
And ill go get my-

Five bucks off a PA scratcher
A morе refined cruelty
The death of a dealership
But maybe I’ll adopt a highway
Because every end waits a new beginning
But what was the asterisk trying to say
Well these too big hand me down boots Tell me there’s a better one
And ill go get my gun
Tell me there’s a better one
And ill go get my gun
Tell me there’s a better one
And ill go get my gun
Tell me there’s a better one
And ill go get my gun
Tell me there’s a better one
And ill go get my gun
Tell me there’s a better one
And ill go get my gun
Tell me there’s a better one
And ill go get my gun
Tell me there’s a better one
And ill go get my gun