Desaparecidos Mall Of America Lyrics

Mall Of America Lyrics

They say its murder on your folk career 

to make a rock record with the
disappeared 

we'll let the police helicopters pull stereos out of the
lake 



there 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 america 



and they can dress dead bodies 

up in
tight designer jeans 

diesel prada it looks good 

it looks good!!


yeah it does!



I'm gonna lie down with a common sound 

I'm gonna bury my blues so its never found 

I'm gonna learn to pay
attention to the television sets 

and if my sadness needs a catalyst 

I'll just uncover my eyes so much stimulus. 

And at the shopping
epicenter 

I have an agoraphobic fit 



so 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 nooooo soul!!