Текст песни: Mall of America + перевод

They say it’s murder on your folk career

To make a rock record with the 'Disappeared.'

We’ll let the police helicopters

Pull stereos out of the lake

There is not an image

That I must defend

There are no art forms now

Just capitalism

So send the National Guard

To the Mall of America

And they can dress dead bodies up

In tight designer jeans

Diesel! Prada!!!

It looks good. It looks good. Yeah, it does

I’m gonna lie down with the common sound

I’m gonna bury my blues so it’s never found

I’m gonna learn to pay attention

To the television sets

And if my sadness

Needs a catalyst

I’ll just uncover my eyes

So much stimulus

And at the shopping epicenter

I have an agoraphobic fit

So buy a fountain soda

Put some sugar on my tongue

I’ll wake and write

Some songs with no soul

With no soul

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