AMERICAN FOOD

[Intro]
One, two, three, four

[Verse 1]
The sound of that car going by
Captured forever in your voicemail
A thought comes to fruition
Ripens
And hits the ground rotten
Is that rain or distant applause?
I wonder as I hang up
And say out loud
Your luck could be my luck

[Chorus]
Tell me there's a better one
And I'll go get my gun
Tell me there's a better one
And I'll go get my gun
Tell me there's a better one
And I'll go get my gun
Tell me there's a better one
And I'll go get my—

[Verse 2]
Five bucks off a PA scratcher
A more refined cruelty
The death of a dealership
But maybe I'll adopt a highway
Because every end waits a new beginning
But what was that asterisk trying to say
Well these too big hand-me-down boots
Have grown my walk in crooked
The benefit of believing you're bad
Is that you get somebody to blame

[Chorus]
Tell me there's a better one
And I'll go get my gun
Tell me there's a better one
And I'll go get my gun
Tell me there's a better one
And I'll go get my gun
Tell me there's a better one
And I'll go get my gun
Tell me there's a better one
And I'll go get my gun
Tell me there's a better one
And I'll go get my gun
Tell me there's a better one
And I'll go get my gun
Tell me there's a better one
And I'll go get my gun