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Everything's Fine, America

by Last to Show First to Go

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1.
Blacktop, faded grey and the yellow lines have worn away You can park anywhere you like, but stay away from the broken lights at night Abandoned yards stir awake, creep over lines that separate Marching weeds, ruderal parade. When no one's home what can the neighbors say? When we are up we have some confidence When we are down (can't make any sense) Tidy lawns, fresh white paint, sell it cheap or give it away No one's homes, no one's needs, no one's lies, no one follows they all lead You can walk anywhere you please, but keep the pace, nothing breaks the beat Lines in the sand, we're picking sides, take your place on the great divide When we are up we have some confidence When we are down (can't make any sense)
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Subtle Blend 06:11
Salt Lake City calls Salt Lake City calls And the answer is "No, I don't want you to go" Once we've said our goodbyes, I look forward to your hellos, hellos, hellos, hellos Please promise me you'll save me a few of those When we hug where do I end? When we hug where do you begin? Between good friends it's not a hard line It's a subtle blend Come back as often as you can Let's make a quarterly travel plan
3.
Try to whittle it away Smaller pieces every day Keep sharpening the blade Keep those fingers tucked in safe Now we are drowning in increments of two We are scattered but not few Slice away, slice right through Bloody fingers pointing back and the water's getting high Floating pieces 'round my neck But the flood won't The flood won't pass us by The whispering is louder than hell It's broadcast, it's force fed It's the devil we've been given head What did you say? What was that I heard? Promise it'll be okay lies to hang on empty words
4.
Delivery Day 06:55
They come around kissing babies, kissing dollar bills Never letting on where their mouths have been All the gods of catalogues sending down their tablets With new deals on new lines of manufactured habits Everyone's got everyone convinced there's no other way Hands all slapping backs on delivery day Salvation! Salvation! The god given fall from favor Clutching to this god bless'd hope of a last minute savior The soul of the plowboy ain't worth the bill on delivery day The soul of the housewife (seamstress) ain't worth the bill on delivery day The souls of our children ain't worth the bill on delivery day It ain't worth the bill on delivery All the black kettles and all the black pots Killed all the chickens for the roosters and the cocks One by one they marched them down to bow before the crown While good cops and bad cops tapped their toes to the ticking sound We're all on the dole, waiting for a fix Caught on the sharpening edge between the pimps and the tricks Salvation! Salvation! The god given fall from favor Clutching to this god bless'd hope of a last minute savior Stories that are told by fools with tongues of silver and teeth of gold Crown the kings and turn the keys with profits false and shiny strings When all that's done is said aloud there's nothing left to share It's a Seller's day, (Buyer) Buyer beware the lawyers making plans, cut and clean with dirty hands Shake the tree and make it rain a make believe no other way With eyes of steel and feet of lead they say that nothing's free So empty out your pockets if you want a place to bleed Salvation! Salvation! The god given fall from favor Clutching to this god bless'd hope of a last minute savior The soul of the plowboy ain't worth the deal on delivery day The soul of the housewife (seamstress) ain't worth the deal on delivery day The souls of our children ain't worth the deal on delivery day It ain't worth the deal on delivery day
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All of the lives spent looking for something that just wasn't there The searching just led back 'round the bend to a cancer of living in fear I don't think much of the future with a past brokered in blood Spending the days pissing presents away as if everything, everything isn't enough Never you worry oh never you mind Never admit that it ain't black and white Never you worry oh everything's fine Nothing to see here just go back inside To shakedown the world on its knees; bending and breaking our bread Shitting on everything sacred and free, when taking is a right we defend No one is innocent born into poison and sand Digging a grave praying hard to be saved in the shallows, the shallows of pretend Never you worry oh never you mind Never admit that it ain't black and white Never you worry oh never you mind Never seek truth if it can't be denied Never you worry oh never you mind The bullets and the bombs keep the evils in line Never you worry oh everything's fine Nothing to see here just go back inside

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released April 5, 2013

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