Americana
1. Americana
Americana
(verse 1)
apple pies and picket fences
bus stops and pastel colors decorating
the sidewalk complete with unusable pieces of chalk
that can't fit in little fingers no more
handmaid signs and homemade beverages
fun for all ages
the block party of the century
all the men joke
but it's the American dream
before it all broke
(chorus)
everything that happens behind closed doors
stays there where it stays poor
but they serve up more drinks
and just talk about how it stinks
tracing the red and white stripes
counting the blue stars in lines
eating the world like all the fruits are ripe
taking all the changes in stride
being cookie cutter and the spitting image of perfection
right here's our little slice of Havana
it's simply Americana
(end chorus)
(verse 2)
talking about each other behind other's backs
holding nothing sacred
the good people who mind their own business
are the ones who are most at risk
but at least there's pie
eat your feelings
try not to attract their eyes
when you're alone
that's when you satisfy your cravings
(chorus)
everything that happens behind closed doors
stays there where it stays poor
but they serve up more drinks
and just talk about how it stinks
tracing the red and white stripes
counting the blue stars in lines
eating the world like all the fruits are ripe
taking all the changes in stride
being cookie cutter and the spitting image of perfection
right here's our little slice of Havana
it's simply Americana
(end chorus)
(bridge)
so I disappeared
only to be seen on occasion
never to return to that town again
even though the mayor has a mistress
this town is never in distress
your problems they'll dismiss
they're all miserable, to feel better they diss
waiting for someone to take the bad succession
so I can just have my damn peace
(chorus)
everything that happens behind closed doors
stays there where it stays poor
but they serve up more drinks
and just talk about how it stinks
tracing the red and white stripes
counting the blue stars in lines
eating the world like all the fruits are ripe
taking all the changes in stride
being cookie cutter and the spitting image of perfection
right here's our little slice of Havana
it's simply Americana
(end chorus)
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