Fluorescent lights engage,
Blackbirds frying on a wire.
Same birds that followed me to school when I was young.
Were they trying to tell me something?
Were they telling 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 dying breed who still believes,
Haunted by American dreams,
Haunted by American dreams. ~ Neko Case