I went down an empty lane searching for a song
Came back an empty man, my whiskeys they hung long.
Well I guess I am your native son despite my queer disguise,
But I keep all I can call my own in the bags beneath my eyes.
Oh Miss Meri don’t despair, we got ways to numb your pain.
Same old story: Blood sweat glory
I just hope all your trials weren’t in vain.
To all my so-called countrymen who bless this stolen ground:
Is Jesus gonna pick you up when your hunger weighs you down?
Mama come and save me, nothing’s sacred anymore
What good was living for.
I been wondering just who misplaced my soul.
There’s pockets in my holes
And way out on the open plains, men pave beneath the sun
The great suburban dawn, if you build it they will come.
Oh Miss Meri don’t despair, we got ways to numb your pain
Same old fable: Three legged table
I just hope all your trials weren’t in vain.
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