Flourescent lights engage
Blackbirds fryin' on a wire
Same birds that followed me
To school when I was young
Were they trying to tell me something?
Were they tellin' me to run?
The hammer clicks in place
The world's gonna pay
Right down in the face of god and his saints
Claim your soul's not for sale
I'm a dyin' breed
Who still believes
Haunted by American dreams
Haunted by American dreams