American Cash Songtext
von John Muirhead

American cash, all torn in the corners
We burn up the last 80 bones at the bar by the border
Save the change for the tip and the taxi
Nothing left I can claim if they ask me

American side, in line at the peace bridge
The radio dial′s, impeachment and pop hits
I roll down the window, lie when they ask
What I made and I spent in American cash

Cause I gotta go, feeling alone
Ambivalent to the hell I don't know
The last of the gold rush, the exit at last
The change at the toll booth, American cash

Making it home, I′m thinking in straight time
A highway bouquet by the Connecticut state line
The billboards are tall, they reach to salvation
A number to call, for your holy donation


In American cash, what's left in you pockets
After the tax, a little before you lost it
You roll down the window, your hand in the breeze
Take liberty to figure out what it means

I gotta go, feeling alone
Ambivalent to the hell I don't know
The last of the gold rush, the exit at last
The change at the toll booth, American cash

I′m on the border, on the fence, on the wall
This duty free cheap alcohol
With toothpaste, tea, and Tylenol
The writing′s on the wall

I gotta go, feeling alone
Subservient to the hell I don't know
The last of the gold rush, the exit at last
The change at the toll booth, American cash

American cash, all torn in the corners
We burn up the last 80 bones at the bar by the border