Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song American Canyon Sutra, artist - Cass McCombs.
Date of issue: 29.04.2021
Song language: English
American Canyon Sutra |
Pile of cash- Trash |
Pinched into a butterfly by a rubber band |
Where are you my brothers that I may share these spoils? |
Where are you my sisters that I may repay my debt? |
What a lot it is to spend this trash alone |
What a lot it is, what a lot it is |
The garbage dump may have turned |
Into a recycling center |
But it looks exactly the same |
The same broken bed frames |
Soggy cardboard, gulls |
Same trash I saw here when I was a kid |
In fact, this used to be our playground |
In American Canyon |
Where Walmart employees and customers |
Are one and the same |
They’ve even built apartments here |
To add a residential coffin to the bargain |
Guess I’ll stay forever and work for the company store |
Where are you? |
Where are you? |
Where are you to share these spoils, this sacred American trash? |
Black as my soul is, don’t leave me here alone |
Here to fall into the bottomless canyon of nightmares |
Falling, falling, falling |
In American Canyon |
Where trucks and homes are bigger |
The cops are moistly white |
And they have a recycling center |
And a Walmart |