Another World Beater - The American Scene

Oh, I dig my heels into the sand and watch the waves bury me

As they roll back into the sea

Honestly, my thoughts are crooked as the coastline

I can’t keep things straight in my head and I can’t forget

I can’t forget I’ve got these shackles on my feet and

The city breathes it down my neck, but.

I’m just trying to keep my head

Between the Pacific and the pale, grey sky

But, I wake up in a nightmare and I’m no good at hiding all the time

I’m just trying to keep the water out my lungs and stop this trend

Where I’m rolling over and falling back asleep again

So, you head for the high grounds;

Deciding this lunatic’s words and the saboteur’s mind

(Well, I’ve got a map of the plan and I know where to find you.)

And I’m eager like a child to act out these plans that I’ve devised

(During 23 years that I spent without cover from sunshine.)

I’m just trying to keep my head

Between the Pacific and the pale, grey sky

But, I wake up in a nightmare and I’m no good at hiding all the time

I’m just trying to keep the water out my lungs and stop this trend

Where I’m rolling over and falling back asleep again

Does it crush you to know you’re just like everyone else

When you’re crying in your soup and making suicide threats?

I’m just trying to keep my head

Between the Pacific and the pale, grey sky

But, I wake up in a nightmare and I’m no good at hiding all the time

I’m just trying to keep the water out my lungs and stop this trend

Where I’m rolling over and falling back asleep again