Catch the sweat from off the chin
Sparkled promises paved with pathos and hysteria
Trenchant, weary native sons, step back
Meander to the horizon, the streets of America
False hope corridors to greener pastures is all that remains
Meander to the horizon, the streets of America
Of men and women, senior and child
Lying dormant for you and your country
Trenchant, weary native sons, step back
Sparkled promises paved with pathos and hysteria
Step back and see the damage done
For what you fuckin' promised led them astray
Just another tale from the streets of America
Forming the fabric of a wayward people
Step back and see the damage done
Say a little prayer from the streets of America
Disappearing as the vestiges of our past
And in their stares is bald dismay
Hardened surface, cracked within
A spreading network of broken dreams
Searching for a thoroughfare to take us away
Trenchant, weary native sons, step back
Black, tarred concrete, pine for me
Shoot straight into the horizon, the streets of America
Hard-cracked, daunting, lifeless veins
Who look to you and your sterile miles
A substrate for progress and disarray
Sparkled promises paved with pathos and hysteria
Step back and see the damage done
Just a little tale from the streets of America
Scratched like tartan into virgin soil
