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letra de american plastic - coffin salesman

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they came in the cover of night and they gave all the rivers new names. now the trash covers up these crumbling highways that cross the country like used up veins. and they’re drawing up brand new maps, and building up brand new gates. and if you make your prisons look cozy enough no one ever really dreams of escape

now look at your skin. it’s so godd-mn tragic, american lives all wrapped up in plastic. and all the punks and folk singers don’t have a d-mn thing to say-no dessert before dinner and no white after labor day

now you go to work in the dark, and you come home in the same. and your muscles are growing week, and you fall asleep on the train. but steel on steel, it clashes you awake. you see your face in the glass you think it must be and a mistake, and there’s a man who’s always shouting how you need to be saved, and you used to think that he was insane

there’s a man holding an empty cup outside of a 711, and they say “you better pull up your bootstraps brother” and throw a dollar in the church collection. and there’s a billboard and it’s hanging, way up in the sky, reads “1-800-632…” if you wanna die. it’s hard to feel, feel like you ain’t shook, and at a call center in annapolis, the phones are ringing off the hook

now look at your skin. it’s so godd-mn tragic, american lives all wrapped up in plastic. and all the punks and folk singers don’t have a d-mn thing to say-no dessert before dinner and no white after labor day

- coffin salesman

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