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max dirado - america (the song) lyrics

[intro]
doo+doo+doo+doo+doo+doo+doo+doo, doo+doo doo+doo+doo

[verse 1]
wisdom is a prison when a fool takes charge
you were staring out the window of the getaway car
you wish that you could rest but you can’t sit still
like the shopping cart wheel that won’t bend to your will

“it will one day be enough,” said the voice of death
your god is a secret you hold close to the vest
and faith is as seductive as is getting undressed
a shopping cart wheel that always pulls to the left

life is a train track tied to your hands and your feet
and time is the smoke approaching over the trees
and you can bleed, you can bleed if you want to be freed
or you can take to the streets or fall to your knees
but you can’t run

[verse 2]
you run to your car in hopes of beating thе traffic
because a car stuck in traffic might as well bе a casket
“anger is default, love takes practice”
writes the writer before writing himself kissing the actress
wisdom is a prison and your heart stands guard
you could dance to your heart when it beats this hard
so you think, that’s it, tomorrow, i will do what i need
but then you park, cook, clean, tv, need your sleep

if you don’t sit down and write, the words will surely pass
the moment that you finish, the world comes in quite fast
and other times, you sit and wait, fishing line cast
and you cast and you cast and you cast and you cast
then the hook

[hook]
if you think something’s there, put your hands in the air
if you think something’s there, put your hands in the air
what do i know about the burdens you bare?
your love is not mine, it isn’t something we share

[verse 3]
wisdom is a prison when a fool takes charge
you were staring out the window of the getaway car
hold me to your lips, your heart feels far
i could open my mouth, i’d rather not start

it’s the humdrum beat of the rest of your life
it’s the thumb in your bum from your trophy wife
another lifeless zeitgeist, it’s the rapey nightlife
it’s the first two soups sucked but this one’s just right
the past is a dog that keeps chasing its tail
you’ve been making that bread but it tastes sour and stale

[spoken]
i gottas s’go spin my curry…
just gimme a second+
gimme a second, i need to get my story straight…
it’s fine
one, t+two, do+do+do+do+do+do+do+do+

[verse 4]
don’t make it timeless, your arrogance to think
you’ll be the talk of the town in 3006
i’m right here, i’m right now
sing something for me
if you won’t, then i’ll find someway else to be free

i’m sick of playing games, here, i show my hand
normal people are the strangest ones to understand
look long enough at the mirror and it makes you kind
look long enough at your lover and you just might
find some piece of mind

[verse 5]
her goodness always looked to you unscathed
but behind doors her portrait ages, warps and fades
cracks and rages, yellows its pages
eyes like prisons, thoughts like cages
this is not a person, this is calvin klein
and this is not a revolution, this is graphic design
and this is not a protest, this is stalling for time
and this is not poetic, this is losing your mind
and then it’s…

stoic! stoic! and then burst into tears
in the 15 minute breaks between a lifelong career
i’ve got a gag in my mouth, a leash round my nec
they called it a trade, i call it money for s+x

it’s the hot girls on youtube who are covering “creep”
with a whispery voice and pearly white t++th
i know it’s only a commercial but it makes me weep
i know it’s more than you expected but you pay for cheap

from the heat of the concrete to the cool of the grass
the future used to sparkle, now i’m drawn to the past
it’s the crack of the stick while you’re mowing your lawn
it’s your nickels and your dimes and what you spend them on

now the gatorade is only when i’m sick in my bed
now i m+st+rbate only when i’m sick in the head
now i take a stand just so i can stretch my legs
now i raise my hand only when he’s k!lling my friends

i’ve known love and i’ve known hope
i’ve known cliche and i’ve known trope
i’ve known flat and i’ve known slope
i’ve known sorrow and i’ve known rope

i used to be a child, i was stupid and free
who domesticated the wild in me?
who is petting my head? who is holding my leash?
i don’t sh+t on my own ’cause i won’t get my treat

i don’t want a leash, baby, i wan’t a chain
to be something unadmitted, something deep in the grain
i wanna start the revolution that puts me in the ground
i want to be there when the tree falls, i want to hear the sound

grasping the abstractions to the first gray hair
i didn’t cry out in terror, i wasn’t even scared
the rain doesn’t fall, it just hangs in the air
you can get me to see it, but you can’t get me to care

underneath my pillow, i put hair that i lose
it’s not the quarter that i need but the magic i could use
i like to feel in control, i like watching the news
set my alarm a little early ’cause i like to hit snooze

america, i’ve given you the hope in me
my joy is not so visceral but a coping need
america, i don’t know what you want from me
but i know enough to know when someone’s taunting me

maybe it’s the parts of me i’m scared to explore
my sister’s underwear i won’t admit that i wore
or what i saw in the mirror, the way that i fear her
maybe it’s pretending like i still don’t hear her

america! please! or i’ll start thinking ’bout dying
all your pop stars are sad so i’ve stopped playing music driving
now it’s podcasts or just peace and quiet
it’s helping me lose weight, this and the paleo diet

if you k!lled yourself, you’d end it: racism, war
here’s the people who’d miss you, here’s how long they’d miss you for
here’s your parents crying over you, you selfish wh0re
f+ck you for even thinking ’bout it, don’t think of it anymore

drive slower when i’m merging, please, you arrogant f+ck
you american flag freedom gag cuck in a trick
i’m in traffic, i’m stuck, i’m a schmuck outta luck
wow, i really love people but i don’t like them much

- max dirado lyrics

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