America Made Me

The Decemberists

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    America made me
    Of brick and coal and rubber
    America made me
    A camp and cold little kickabout
    And look at me now

    Aluminum paved me
    I was primped and poised and shit out
    Antediluvian lady
    You won't get far in a knockabout
    With your keel in the ground

    American made me
    America, save me from myself
    And all these wishers-well
    America, parade me
    I dare you to lull me to my knees
    And give me something sweet
    Maybe something that will get me back to sleep

    They told me to line up
    They said, keep your mind out of the gutter
    Or it's likely you'll wind up
    In some dark hole, all a-mutter 'bout
    All the ways you've been wronged

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    So America, heal me
    Come kick my door off the hinges
    Swap me out for a real me
    One that's not always going on about
    How he'll never belong

    America made me
    So America, save me from myself
    You long to, I can tell
    Abuse and abrade me
    I'm coming to you on my hands and knees
    Just feed me something soft and sweet
    Maybe something that won't keep me from my sleep

    Oh, no
    Give me something to sleep
    Give me something to sleep
    And maybe something that won't keep me from my sleep
    Oh, no
    Give me something to sleep
    A little something to sleep
    Maybe something that won't keep me from my sleep

    Something to sleep
    Something to sleep
    Something to sleep
    Maybe something that won't keep me from my sleep
    Oh, no
    Something to sleep
    Just a little something to sleep
    Maybe something that won't keep me from my sleep

    Oh, no
    Something to sleep
    Just a little something to sleep
    Maybe something that won't keep me from my sleep
    Something to sleep
    Something to sleep

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