Mischief Brew - An Open Letter To The North American Continent

Artist: Mischief Brew Name: An Open Letter To The North American Continent Album: Photographs from the Shoebox +2 Lyrics: Continental, make a better man of me. You sold the words, put us in herds But that'll never set us free. My dreams, collecting dust, break down Like the faith I never found. And you never helped me up, but you always let me down. We're supposed to delight in your will While you're stalking your prey, Some sort of spit-shine salvation That'll never see the light of day. Some friends went to jail, Some finally came clean But you slept in sandcastles And woke up in between. And clarity came in the spring With salvation waiting in the wings Guesswork and 80 miles You sought sainthood in the ceiling tiles While the messenger was shooting up downstairs! But who cares what they said? You contemplated being dead but decided against it After hard drugs and religion. An aluminum empire that you built with both hands, An upside-down cross and a line in the sand, And I still haven't written the rest of the words. I don't own this song. The lyrics in the description are made by me. Write in the comments which Song you want to have next!