Letra da Música: Mall Of America - Desaparecidos

They say its murder on your folk career to make a rock record
with the disappeared we'll let the police helicopters pull
stereos out of the lake there is not an image that I must
defend. There are no art forms now just capitalism so send the
national guard to the mall of america and they can dress dead
bodies up in tight designer jeans diesel prada it looks good it
looks good yeah it does I'm gonna lie down with a common sound
I'm gonna bury my blues so its never found I'm gonna learn to
pay attention to the television sets and if my sadness needs a
catalyst I'll just uncover my eyes so much stimulus. And at the
shopping epicenter I have an agoraphobic fit so buy a fountain
soda put some sugar on my tongue I'll wake up and write some
songs with no soul with no soul