Mall Of America Lyrics

They say it's murder on your folk career
To make a rock record with the disappeared
We'll let the police helicopters pull stereos out of the lakeThere is not an image that I must defend
There are no art forms now just capitalism
So send the national guard to the mall of AmericaAnd they can dress dead bodies up in tight designer jeans
Diesel Prada it looks good, it looks good, it looks good
Yeah it doesI'm gonna lie down with a common sound
I'm gonna bury my blues, so it's never found
I'm gonna learn to pay attention to the television setsAnd if my sadness needs a catalyst
I'll just uncover my eyes so much stimulus
And at the shopping epicenter, I have an agoraphobic fitSo buy a fountain soda, put some sugar on my tongue
I'll wake up and write some songs, with no soul
With no soul, with no soul
Songwriters
Conor Oberst;Matt Baum;Landon Hedges;Ian Mcelroy;Denver DalleyPublished by
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