Well you just can't hide      From your own lies      They've been locked inside your head for too long      Well, I know mine      It's that even half the time      I'm someone worthy of writing a song            But I've gotta keep tryin'      Cause I realized that layin' down and dyin'      Isn't gonna get me nowhere      well I'm not scared of death      I've already breathed one final breath      But as you can see, I'm still here            Well the businessmen can breathe      And what's more      They can achieve      And they can watch you crumble away to dust      Cause they know, but they don't care      A dollar, to them,      Is worth more than air      That won't cause your own lungs to rust            but our breaths are just pauses      In the story we're all telling      Bookending every moment      In these lives that we're selling      Well you can be whatever you want in America      We know everything in America            Well by our own suit and tie we're      hanged in the museum halls      but we're no still life      in fact we've got no life left at all      Well when we die, we become art      But I knew right from the start      They'd be selling us in the malls            And there are craters in the earth      And there are dust bowl blues      And I know our own hands      Are still bloody too      And their graves spring up like strip malls      Tattooed across our ancient walls      And while kids are in the street      All drunk with the world under their feet      Well you know they can't stand at all            Well we businessmen can't breathe      Our lungs are choked, but we still believe      that our breaths are just pauses      In the story we're all telling      Bookending every moment      In these lives that we're selling      Well you can be whatever you want in America      We know everything in America