Video de America Religious

Sun beam patches, like lightning in my vision
Stumbling, trembling as a tremor
In the depths beneath the trenches
I came upon a spotted horse
The lonely dun, untethered mare
Grazing yellow grass
A field of straight-back silken hair
It was then I realized with a lasso 'round the sky
I'd follow morning so the sun, it would be always on the rise
Come five days sleepless
A thousand miles behind me
I heard a voice in wind-speak and it drew my soul in silhouette
"Atlas, move along, I've got two arms
This world won't know which ear to stand on"
Solo joyriding
Twelve-lane highway
Off-the-cuff Pagan lust
It's a wonder I've got two legs to stand on
I drink myself blind, uncurtailed by moderation
"Stand on me"
I'll stand on you
For lack of something better to do
America religious
I eat slices of white privilege
Processed by agri-business
(Ain't this what you'd always dreamed it'd be?)
The two-spot, dream-spot
All scattered 'bout the table
As we plunged in ankle-deep in table conversation
Meanwhile, out in the distance
Through the mist, there rang a scream
As we all ducked our heads
We sheered our eyes
"Lord, thank you for this feast"
I think I'd like to take this time to toast myself
"Here's to the wine!"
Keep your two cents
Spare me your change
Honey, around here, we work for our pay
It's a wonder I've got two legs to stand on
I drink myself blind, uncurtailed by moderation
"Stand on me"
I'll stand on you
Footloose, disillusioned and blue