wilco
ashes of american flags
The cash machine is blue and green For a hundred in twenties and a small service fee I could spend three dollars and sixty-three cents On Diet Coca-Cola and unlit cigarettes I wonder why we listen to poets when nobody gives a fuck How hot and sorrowful, this machine begs for luck All my lies are always wishes I know I would die if I could come back new I want a good life with a nose for things the fresh wind and bright sky to enjoy my suffering A hole without a key if I break my tongue Oh, speaking of tomorrow, how will it ever come? All my lies are always wishes I know I would die if I could come back new I'm down on my hands and knees every time a doorbell rings I shake like a toothache when I hear myself sing All my lies are only wishes I know I would die if I could come back new I would like to salute the ashes of American flags And all the fallen leaves filling up shopping bags.