American Dirt - Dj Preach, Matthew Ryan

Honey, I swear it’s not my fault

They shut us down, the big door was locked

The bigger the dream, the bigger the trap

The bigger the black in disappointment

I crossed my fingers till they were broke

I threw a brick, the arc it formed so slow

And on TV, outside the mall, in my defence

I’ve been spitting out American dirt

All that money can buy, all that money can buy

Spitting out American dirt

All that money can buy, all that money can buy

I wish I’d done something with my life

Something safe, it’s so useless

I move through days like I were a knife

My eyes were blue now they’re bruises

A silver cross on tan wet skin

I’m thirsty thinking I should climb in

Heather, please, heaven knows I’m by a thread

I’ve been spitting out American dirt

All that money can buy, all that money can buy

Spitting out American dirt

All that money can buy, all that money can buy

You’re on your side facing the wall

Our room disappears between the street lights

Come the pride, come the fall

We volunteered

We’ve been spitting out American dirt

All that money can buy, all that money can buy

Spitting out American dirt

All that money can buy, all that money can buy

Spitting out American dirt

All that money can buy, all that money can buy

Spitting out American dirt

All that money can buy, all that money can buy

All that money can buy, all that money can buy

All that money can buy, all that money can buy

Spitting out American dirt

Spitting out American dirt

Spitting out American dirt

Spitting out American dirt

No more, no more, no more, mother

No more, no more, no more, mother