Alexandra Riorden - Americana Lyrics

Americana, ain't you proud to wear that flag?
You can never leave
'Cos if you do, you ain't comin' back

Americana, in a bright red Cadillac
Joy ride to milk and honey
On a dirt road painted black

Overseas, shiny eyes dream the land of the free
While behind closed curtains
Hide the ones who bleed

It's the thought inside your head, yeah
It's the man inside your bed
It poisons what you drink
Well it pulls you on a string, my dear
It's the thing around your neck
It's the thing around your neck

Law owns my body now
What happens to my mind?
And they own the earth too
Tappin' tears from the pipelines

Treat ourselves to tea
In this constructed reality
Where the walls are so damn high
That I can barely see

It's the thought inside your head
It's the man inside your bed
It poisons what you drink
Well it pulls you on a string my dear

It's the thing around your neck
It's the thing around your neck

Don't bite the hand that feeds you
But you're poised to be sippin' poison, dear
I could never read you
Though I always try to be so aware
To read between the lines, to read between the lies

It's the thought inside your head
It's the man inside your bed
It poisons what you drink
Well it pulls you on a string...

It's the thought inside your head
It's the man inside your bed
It poisons what you drink
Well it pulls you on a string, my dear
It's the thing around your neck
It's the thing around your neck
It's the thing around your neck
It's the thing around your neck