Every day is a mountain when you can't tell which disaster to ignore
Turn forty in your high school parking lot
Waiting for the Mazda with your score
Talking heads on the radio say we can live through a nuclear war
And if you could make it out
You'd start to ask what your friends evaporated for
Shipped you off to practice what we preach
Like a real Samaritan
Brought you home to die out in the street
You're a good American
You're a good American
Every day is a question when you were born in the age of decline
You trip over piss jugs in your van to pull boxes on that warehouse line
If you don't think about the why, the summer in December's pretty nice
And every day is an answer when you ask for the grace to be who you are
Involuntarily separated
No salute for that Silver Star
And pretty boy calls you an alien as you waste your paycheck in your hometown bar
And they'll use your Christian name
When they club your face up against the hood of that cop's car
Shipped you off to practice what we preach
Like a real Samaritan
Brought you home to die out in the street
You're a good American
You're a good American
You're a good American
Every day is a blessing and will be until the day that you are through
Half a pension dries up fast
They left you nothing else to do
At least every sign is pointing to all of this being over soon
As the city's burning down, all I hope is you can finally see the moon
Shipped you off to practice what we preach
Like a real Samaritan
Brought you home to die out in the street
You're a good American
Shipped you off to practice what we preach
Like a real Samaritan
Brought you home to die out in the street
You're a good American
You're a good American
You're a good American
You're a good American
You're a good American
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