America (Glamour And Prestige)

We came in through the slip road kicking up a billowing
Cloud of dust
Down on Sunset and Vine their counting all their money
On an abacus
I dived down to the bottom of the lake because the
Pressure was breaking my bones
I never felt so far from home
There’s spiv suits on space cake, Iron Men in rehab
And the rest of us
Parachuting goldmine a fortune undiscovered to the west
Of us
Black car on a dirt road picking up kids with the stars in
Their eyes
Good thing don’t need a ride
Got more than I bargained for all the glamour and prestige
In America
Such a well worn cliche
Now I’m looking like an amorous passenger
So what are you waiting for?
All that glamour and prestige
Whatever you’re waiting for
Looking like an amourous passenger
Why’d you leave me this way?
Such a well worn cliché
Left me spinning and dazed
Down on Sunset and Main