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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Americans
The Americans
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Patrick Ferris
Patrick Ferris
Songwriter
Zachary Sokolow
Zachary Sokolow
Songwriter

Lyrics

Your daddy always told you not to be so shy So you clenched your jaw and you set your mind You arrived fresh-faced in the city of the doomed Where you rose to the top like a helium balloon You left your friends at odds and ends, whatever it took To chase your fortune, like an orphan in a bedtime book Your songs hit the charts, riding on a geyser You became a cocktail Communist party sympathizer With eight straight miles of ocean view And Jesus when he's convenient for you You rest your feet upon a golden throne And you smile so sweet, a long way from home With your hair grown out, your mustache groomed Your old man doesn't even recognize you You spent two years living out of fancy hotels Till you drowned your life savings down a wishing well Your latest wife left last night, I saw it on the news You paid your astrologer top dollar for her point of view Now you're stoned each night for your peace of mind You've got a sweet little servant just to tell you you're fine A wiseass son barking back at you They keep saying you've still got it, but I don't think you do When you sit to write your hit in a room alone Even you must admit you're a long way from home
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