watch this.

• kreydle

  This guy comes up to me
  His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
  Like all the colors of a royal flush
  And he's peeling off those dollar bills
  Slapping them down
  One hundred, two hundred
  And I can see those fighter planes
  And I can see those fighter planes
  Across the mud huts where the children sleep
  Through the alleys of a quiet city street
  You take the staircase to the first floor
  Turn the key and slowly unlock the door
  As a man breathes into a saxophone
  And through the walls you hear the city groan
  Outside is America
  Outside is America

  kreydle

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