Tytuł: Ashes of American flags

• Wykonawca: Wilco
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The cash machine is blue and green
   For a bundle of twenties and a small service fee
   I could spend three dollars and sixty-three cents
   On Diet Coca-Cola and unlit cigarettes
   I wonder why we listen to poets when nobody gives a fuck
   How hot and sorrowful, the machine begs for luck
  
   All my lies are always wishes
   I know I would die if I could come back new
  
   We want a good life with a nose for things
   the fresh wind and bright sky to endure my suffering
   I'm a hole without a key if I break my tongue
   Oh, speaking of tomorrow, how will it ever come?
  
   All my lies are always wishes
   I know I would die if I could come back new
  
   I'm down on my hands and knees
   every time I hear a doorbell ring
   I shake like a toothache
   every time I hear myself sing
  
   All my lies are only wishes
   I know I would die if I could come back new
  
   I would like to salute
   the ashes of American flags
   And all the fallen leaves
   filling up shopping bags