American Blues

Turn on the TV and it's always the same It's just those losers and winners in some ultimate game And there's no point playing if you're not gonna win 'Cause winning's a sacrament and losing's a sin And it wears me down to the soles of my shoes And I'

And to never see your face again Read the omens or face consequences That trigger disaster in the blink of an eye I spy a tidal wave, head for the hills and pray that we survive Your hands are red, Your lies are white My tongue is tied Another classi