Me debunk an American myth?  And take my life in my hands?  Where the Great Plains begin at the hundredth meridian  At the hundredth meridian where the Great Plains begin    Driving down a corduroy road,   Weeds standing shoulder high  Ferris wheel is rusting off in the distance    [Chorus]    At the hundredth meridian  At the hundredth meridian  At the hundredth meridian where the great plains begin    Left alone to get gigantic  Hard, huge, and haunted  A generation so much dumber than it's parents  Came crashing through the window    A raven strains along the line of the road  Carrying a muddy, old skull the wires show their approval  Off down the distance    [Chorus]    I remember, I remember buffalo And I remember Hengelo  It would seem to me  I remember every single fucking thing I know  [  If I die of Vanity, promise me, promise me  That if they bury me some place I don't want to be  That you'll dig me up and transport me  Unceremoniously away from the swollen city breeze, garbage bag trees  Whispers of disease, and acts of enormity   And lower me slowly, sadly, and properly  Get Ry Cooder to sing my eulogy    [Chorus]   Where the Great Plains begin at   The hundredth meridian   At the hundredth meridian where the Great Plains begin     Driving down a corduroy road,   Weeds standing shoulder high  Ferris wheel is rusting off in the distance    [Chorus]    At the hundredth meridian  At the hundredth meridian  At the hundredth meridian where the great plains begin    Left alone to get gigantic  Hard, huge, and haunted  A generation so much dumber than it's parents  Came crashing through the window    A raven strains along the line of the road  Carrying a muddy, old skull the wires show their approval  Off down the distance    [Chorus]    I remember, I remember buffalo And I remember Hengelo  It would seem to me  I remember every single fucking thing I know    If I die of Vanity, promise me, promise me  That if they bury me some place I don't want to be  That you'll dig me up and transport me  Unceremoniously away from the swollen city breeze, garbage bag trees  Whispers of disease, and acts of enormity   And lower me slowly, sadly, and properly  Get Ry Cooder to sing my eulogy    [Chorus]