Anti-Flag - The Bright Lights Of America | Текст песни

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Punk-Rock


16 year old girl, in a hollow carved out place
Just looking for some prettiness,
But the cuts in her arm don’t paint for her, a very pretty view
In her mind... she dreams that she is... far away, from...

The bright lights of America
Life and death in a sold out-erica,
To live and die in the heart of America
Where they sell souls,
The bright lights of America, life and death in a sold out-erica
To live and die in the heart of America
Where they sell souls

A concrete city hell - City hell
Suburbs that never end - Just like an ocean
One parent lives in each of them
Passed back and forth he huffs glue to escape both bitter homes,
He’s just one... of desperate ranks... who can’t break free from...

The bright lights of America
Life and death in a sold out-erica,
To live and die in the heart of America
Where they sell souls,
The bright lights of America, life and death in a sold out-erica
To live and die in the heart of America
Where they sell souls

I just want you to know there are warehouses full
Of fucked up kids like you and me - Can't find our way
So many lost in strife, caught in an endless fight
To leave this empty ugly place , I’m leaving you as sane!

The bright lights of America
Life and death in a sold out-erica,
To live and die in the heart of America
Where they sell souls,
The bright lights of America, life and death in a sold out-erica
To live and die in the heart of America
Where they sell souls

The bright lights of America
Life and death in a sold out-erica,
To live and die in the heart of America
Where they sell souls,
The bright lights of America, life and death in a sold out-erica
To live and die in the heart of America
Where they sell souls