Well you just can't hide

From your own lies

They've been locked inside your head for too long

Well, I know mine

It's that even half the time

I'm someone worthy of writing a song



But I've gotta keep tryin'

Cause I realized that layin' down and dyin'

Isn't gonna get me nowhere

well I'm not scared of death

I've already breathed one final breath

But as you can see, I'm still here



Well the businessmen can breathe

And what's more

They can achieve

And they can watch you crumble away to dust

Cause they know, but they don't care

A dollar, to them,

Is worth more than air

That won't cause your own lungs to rust



but our breaths are just pauses

In the story we're all telling

Bookending every moment

In these lives that we're selling

Well you can be whatever you want in America

We know everything in America



Well by our own suit and tie we're

hanged in the museum halls

but we're no still life

in fact we've got no life left at all

Well when we die, we become art

But I knew right from the start

They'd be selling us in the malls



And there are craters in the earth

And there are dust bowl blues

And I know our own hands

Are still bloody too

And their graves spring up like strip malls

Tattooed across our ancient walls

And while kids are in the street

All drunk with the world under their feet

Well you know they can't stand at all



Well we businessmen can't breathe

Our lungs are choked, but we still believe

that our breaths are just pauses

In the story we're all telling

Bookending every moment

In these lives that we're selling

Well you can be whatever you want in America

We know everything in America


Lyrics submitted by acw88

Dust Bowl Blues song meanings
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