American Eyes Part One (Black Of Mouth)

holding grudges loose change and private warsforce age on mothers to race hearts on kitchen floorsthe things i loath fill my mouth with black, nothing's changedlooking into a third story window at jesus, elvis, and john waynei won't phone in my vote to uphold the american wayi won't let my brain die, drowned in TV wavesi'll spit this black from my mouthat this world i dispisei'll spit this midnight venom into your AMERICAN EYES FROM THE BACK OF MY SKULL TO THE BLACK OF MY MOUTHHATE FILLS MY HEAD, I CAN'T GET IT OUT.