Lyrics
Pile of cash, trash
Pinched into a butterfly by a rubber band
Where are you my brothers
That I may share these spoils?
Where are you my sisters
That I may repay my debt?
What a lot it is to spend this trash alone
What a lot it is, what a lot it is
What a lot it is
The garbage dump may have
Turned into a recycling center
But it looks exactly the same
The same broken bed frames
Soggy cardboard, gulls
Same trash I saw here when I was a kid
In fact, this used to be our playground
In American Canyon
Where Walmart employees and
Customers are one and the same
They've even built apartments here
To add a residential coffin to the bargain
Guess I'll stay forever and
Work at the company store
Where are you? Where are you? Where are you?
Where are you? Where are you? Where are you?
Where are you? Where are you? Where are you?
Where are you to share these spoils
This sacred American trash?
Black as my soul is, don't leave me here alone
Here to fall into the
Bottomless canyon of nightmares
Falling, falling, falling
Falling, falling, falling, falling, falling
Falling, falling, falling, ooh yeah
Falling, falling, falling, falling
Falling, falling, falling, falling
In American Canyon
Where trucks and homes are bigger
And the cops are moistly white
And they have a recycling center
And a Walmart