David Francey - American Blues lyrics

Turn on the TV and it's always the same It's just those losers and winners in some ultimate game And there's no point playing if you're not gonna win 'Cause winning's a sacrament and losing's a sin And it wears me down to the soles of my shoes And I'm feeling so tired And I'm wasted and wired And I've got the American blues And the mountains' majesty and the fruited plain They're all just waving goodbye like amber fields of grain Profit and loss is the line in the sand A dog under the table Teeth firmly sunk in hand Between a rock and a hard place Well there's nothing to choose And I'm feeling so tired And I'm wasted and wired And I've got the American blues We're as different from them as day and night It's as plain as the nose on your face And we run in the shadow of the power and the might Of them that's running the human race They rule their own, keep them close to the bone In an isolation of fear Under the heel, while they make the deals The false prophets and profiteers 'Cause the world's a sound bite on the six o'clock new And I'm feeling so tired And I'm wasted and wired And I've got the American blues