Bleed American
I'm Not Alone Because The T.v.'s On
I'm Not Crazy Because I Take The Right Pills Every Day And Rest
Clean Your Conscience
Clear Your Thoughts With Speyside
With Your Grain


Salt Sweat Sugar On The Asphalt
Our Hearts Littering The Topsoil
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It's The Picket Line Or The Parade
Our Lives
Our Coal


I Bled The Greed From My Arm
Won't They Give It A Rest Now?
Now?
Now?
Now?