Hey
Even in America
Canyon of the dead you can get air
Tampering with the evidence
Burning through your dead presidents
Excuse me while I kiss the sky
s**ing dollars through the satellites
Even in America
Canyon of the dead
My heart was cold
My body was ice
But my mind caught fire
When I touched the wire
Hey
Even in America
Colder looking down
I am always by your side
Sunset and an alibi
Yeah I fight for the small fry
Hey
Even in America
Canyon of the dead you can get air
Colder looking down you can call a friend