David Francey - American Blues Lyrics
Turn on the TV and it's always the sameIt's just those losers and winners in some ultimate gameAnd there's no point playing if you're not gonna win'Cause winning's a sacrament and losing's a sinAnd it wears me down to the soles of my shoesAnd I'm feeling so tiredAnd I'm wasted and wiredAnd I've got the American bluesAnd the mountains' majesty and the fruited plainThey're all just waving goodbye like amber fields of grainProfit and loss is the line in the sandA dog under the tableTeeth firmly sunk in handBetween a rock and a hard placeWell there's nothing to chooseAnd I'm feeling so tiredAnd I'm wasted and wiredAnd I've got the American bluesWe're as different from them as day and nightIt's as plain as the nose on your faceAnd we run in the shadow of the power and the mightOf them that's running the human raceThey rule their own, keep them close to the boneIn an isolation of fearUnder the heel, while they make the dealsThe false prophets and profiteers'Cause the world's a sound bite on the six o'clock newAnd I'm feeling so tiredAnd I'm wasted and wiredAnd I've got the American blues
