American Surreal

Light up a smoke. Let's hit the road.
Suitcase is packed, top down we gotta, gotta go.
Cause there be bats in them hills, frenzied, swooping to kill,
And my bloods to thick for this desert heat for certain. 

I said now is the time for action.
We headed straight into the heart of the wasteland.
Yeah we’re pioneers blazing a trail through the years
And headed straight in to the heart
Of the American dream without fear.
American surreal. 

We got to clear out, no hesitation.
Reptile orgies are such sticky situations. 
It’s time to move. No time to lose. 
For god sakes man what about the golf shoes. 

I said now is the time for action.
We headed straight into the heart of the wasteland. 
Yeah we’re pioneers blazing a trail through the years 
And headed straight in to the heart 
Of the American dream without fear. 
American surreal. 

You got to get it all. 
I said freaks so chic, pushers and pimps,
Habitual gamblers, devil carnies, loose women. 
It’s like the third Reich on a Saturday night, 
But tell me why are so many out at three AM on a Tuesday night? 
There ain’t no sound in this ghost town as I narrate our way down, 
And this devil either’s got the best of me 
And I can see the beast that I’ve unleashed on sin city, 
But I do believe I have discovered the American dream. 

You got to get it all. 
I said freaks so chic, pushers and pimps, 
Habitual gamblers, devil carnies, loose women. 
It’s like the third Reich on a Saturday night, 
But tell me why are so many out at three AM on a Tuesday night? 
There ain’t no sound in this ghost town as I narrate our way down, 
And this devil either’s got the best of me 
And I can see the beast that I’ve unleashed on sin city, 
But I do believe I have discovered the American dream.