American Soil - Ezra Furman

There’s something in the water, something sick in the blood and the oil

Here’s the white chicken grinning, here’s the serpent in a horrible coil

Don’t be scared by the stared of the peasants on the subway car

Because the way things seem in a dream is just the way that they are

And I can feel God taking his eyes off you, you were born for American soil

Every race has its place, every nation fights for species survival

I’m a Jew through and through and I’m about to write you a Bible

Now let me take your hand and show you through the twisted hallways of the

house of song

We got the magazine wallpaper and a million dollar bills on the lawn

And you can feel God taking his eyes off us, we were born for American soil,

ah ah…

You don’t have to be clever to detect a big American sadness

When the population rules every man has a hand in the madness

There’s a dead grove of trees you can visit on the outside of town

And there’s a desolate dust inside the cemetery settling down

And I can feel God taking his eyes off us, we were born for American soil

Now we have seen every baby has to have some kind of mother and father

But the child’s gone wild and the piece has got away from the author

If freedom isn’t free all the bills must just be lost in the mail

Because the highways are on fire and the serpent is now eating its tail

And you can feel God taking his eyes off us, we were born for American soil