Hell America from Lonesome Son by I Am the Albatross

Hell America
Sugar and concrete
Plastic and meat
Savory and sweet.

Hell America
Born and raised
Spend my days
Found my place.
Just carry my bones
Out to that construction zone
And lay me out to dry.

Hell America
Kids at the Wal-Mart
Deals in the shopping cart
Bursting heart.

Hell America
Swollen veins
Iron chains
Greasy stain.
But you won't leave me
No you won't leave me
You won't leave me here to die.

Hell America, I've been walking, your lonesome son,
In wilderness of parking lots,
Deep into the dawn.
Hell America, I've been waiting,
Your sun forever setting
Through the windshield.
No, your lonesome son will never stray.

Your radiated heart
The cancer waves of love
The great florescence of your gaze
Always upon my neck.
You will come to me
In this walking sleep
And tell me that I am your son, I'll never stray.

Hell America
Simple and fast.
Behind the glass
Built to last.
Open spaces
Brightly lit places
Smiling faces.
The labyrinth of aisles, the freezing corridors
The low and constant hum, the shining, silken floors
All things are right and known
Under the white glow
Don't let me die here alone.

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• Heavy-Americana
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• Western-Psychedelic
• america
• dirty-blues
• garage
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• wal-mart
• Austin