The Bright Lights of America

16 year old girl In a hollow, carved out place Just looking for some prettiness But the cuts in her arm don't paint for her a very pretty view In her mind She dreams that she is Far away, from The bright lights of America, life and death in a sold out 'Erica To live and die in the heart of America, where they sell souls The bright lights of America, life and death in a sold out 'Erica To live and die in the heart of America, where they sell souls A concrete city hell (City hell) Suburbs that never end (Just like an ocean) One parent lives in each of them Passed back and forth the tough route to escape their bitter homes He's just one Of desperate ranks Who can't break free, from The bright lights of America, life and death in a sold out 'Erica To live and die in the heart of America, where they sell souls The bright lights of America, life and death in a sold out 'Erica To live and die in the heart of America, where they sell souls I just want you to know There are whole houses full of Fucked up kids like you and me (Can't find a place) So many lost in stride Caught in an endless fight To leave this empty ugly place I'm leaving you, as sane The bright lights of America, life and death in a sold out 'Erica To live and die in the heart of America, where they sell souls The bright lights of America, life and death in a sold out 'Erica To live and die in the heart of America, where they sell souls The bright lights of America, life and death in a sold out 'Erica To live and die in the heart of America, where they sell souls The bright lights of America, life and death in a sold out 'Erica To live and die in the heart of America, where they sell souls