Fake Americans Lyrics

A painted sign on the road*
Heading out to the Jesus land
Giving warning to the lovers
And the other that'll hold your hand
I ain't lost now honey
But I can't tell you where I am
And I think I'm gonna shout Shout it from the heavens
There is something wrong with me
There's a fire up ahead honey
I'm gonna hit the brakes
There's a good chance of dying
But a better chance of being fake

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