Someone Else's Machine

Goodnight, to my american dreams
Pitch the fight, picking up downtown the embellishment fiends
Brush your hair, for these american girls
Fold your wears, creased down, belly up this mache face world

Include this old lie...

From this page, torn form an american book
That you saved, and pinned up like a jesus boy would.
Call your house, burn down the embellishment dream
That you threw away, into your rebellion schemes