Dreaming of America

Rapid eyes are moving through a cinema of wonder
A cactus aspiration climbs out from the trash it’s under
All the lanes are occupied by deep-fried superstition
The stone fruit rots before my eyes, fulfilling all my visions
With all eyes on you
Will you make it out alive?
I’ve been dreaming of America
I’ve been dreaming of America
Pedestrians will overpay the demons cooking breakfast
And scan ink insincerities detained within the senseless
But with all eyes on you
Will you make it out alive?
I’ve been dreaming of America
I’ve been dreaming of America
Blondie riding shotgun
I will wait while you decide
You pimp me on the avenue
I wait while you decide
With all eyes on you
Will you make it out alive?
I’ve been dreaming of America
I’ve been dreaming of America