Desolate and without purpose

Radiating from so many septic sources

Forming the fabric of a wayward people

Disappearing as the vestiges of our past



Scratched like tartan into virgin soil

A substrate for progress and disarray

A spreading network of broken dreams

Searching for a thoroughfare to take us away



Just a little tale from the streets of America

Sparkled promises paved with pathos and hysteria

Trenchant, weary native sons, step back and see the damage done

Meander to the horizon, the streets of America



Black tarred concrete pine for me

Lying dormant for you and your country

Hardened surface cracked within

Catch the sweat from off of the chin



Of men and women, senior and child

Who look to you and your sterile wiles

And in their stares is bald dismay

For what you fucking promised went and led them astray



Just another tale from the streets of America

Sparkled promises paved with pathos and hysteria

Trenchant, weary native sons, step back and see the damage done

Meander to the horizon, the streets of America



Hard-cracked, daunting lifeless veins

False hope corridors to greener pastures

Is all that remains



Say a little prayer for the streets of America

Sparkled promises paved with pathos and hysteria

Trenchant, weary native sons, step back and see the damage done

Shoot straight up to the horizon, the streets of America