Lyrics

The plastic pours into the mold and takes an old familiar shape A big box sign is being born, they're everywhere, you can't escape They're on all of our four corners of this highway up and down They tore down our little village and built up a big box town On a little patch of land out here on the outskirts of town Somewhere east of Columbus that's been painted gray and brown There's logos flying in the sky but not much else around We got more than a bargain when they built our big box town And this big box town Didn't just sprout up from the ground It was built on top of a general store We keep swallowing what they tell us And keep buying the shit sell us Please and thank you may I have some more? Please and thank you may I have some more? I guess I'm happy for the job although it doesn't mean too much I made just enough to buy this old Camero with a burned out clutch And I go driving on my days off just to take a look around And try to find that old America buried beneath this big box town Well I think I might go drive out west until the road just ends I might stop in South Dakota or drive straight through it all depends You know I was talking to a couple from Sioux Falls and it got me down They said so much for local color; the die's been cast in a big box town And this big box town Didn't just sprout up from the ground It was built on top of a general store We keep swallowing what they tell us And keep buying the shit sell us Please and thank you may I have some more? Please and thank you may I have some more? These teenage kids today don't even recognize their own fate They're hanging out at the TJ's or the Denny's by the Interstate And they're laughing at the clown in the Camero that's outside broken down To them this is America, so love it or leave this big box town And this big box town Didn't just sprout up from the ground It was built on top of a general store We keep swallowing what they tell us And keep buying the shit sell us Please and thank you may I have some more? And this big box town Didn't just sprout up from the ground It was built on top of a general store We keep swallowing what they tell us And keep buying the shit sell us Please and thank you may I have some more? Please and thank you may I have some more?
Writer(s): Jonah Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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