Don't wait for the world to burn out before you die
We take our chemicals, and turn the blank shots into life
And I am the thoughts that are wasted away
We stirred the melting pot of luck, and it's all the same

Take these vices 'cause they're so faithful to me
And we're tortured by control

The ecstasy of young love, the ambient array
The time it takes for you to walk away
You walk, they walk, we walk away
And I am the thoughts that are wasted away
Just take your chemicals
Just drink for all your enemies

For the feel and the mood

Take these vices 'cause they're so faithful to me
And we're tortured by control
We need voices to choose our wants from needs
And we're tortured by control

Wait, who is god?
The faithful one, who?
We all speak in tongues, and bury our lungs in dreams
My love, she speaks to me
Her beauty's free
Believe, you say the world is sunk in American junk, god?

For the feel and the mood

Take these vices 'cause they're so faithful to me
And we're tortured by control
We need voices to choose our wants from needs
And we're tortured by control


Lyrics submitted by bobby frank

American Junk song meanings
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