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Psychic Graveyard - American Mouth Lyrics



Psychic Graveyard - American Mouth Lyrics




The man will not wear a face mask
He argues, he clings to his addiction
When he arrives at the liquor store
He smiles, he believes he's a good Christian

He shouts at a woman
He spits at a journalist
He kicks a pigeon
On his way in

He gets drunk, he attends the protest
His American heart is rotting inside his chest

The man will not stay home
He lies, he has the best religion
As he wanders around the hardware store
He sweats, his soul is up for auction

He gets drunk, he attends the protest
His American mouth is the loudest on the tv set
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The man will not wear a face mask
He argues, he clings to his addiction
When he arrives at the liquor store
He smiles, he believes he's a good Christian

He shouts at a woman
He spits at a journalist
He kicks a pigeon
On his way in

He gets drunk, he attends the protest
His American heart is rotting inside his chest

The man will not stay home
He lies, he has the best religion
As he wanders around the hardware store
He sweats, his soul is up for auction

He gets drunk, he attends the protest
His American mouth is the loudest on the tv set
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Writer: Charles Ovet Crawford, Eric Paul, Nathan Joyner, Paul Vieira
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




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