One of my favorite songwriters, David Byrne, has once again lived up to his role as a prophet:
I love America
Her secret’s safe with me
I know her wicked ways
The parts you never see
Oh Super girl
You’ll be my Supermodel
Although you have a reputation
Can I afford?
Are you above my station?
I’m not the only heart you’ve conquered.
I love America
But boy can she be cruel
I know how tall she is
Without her platform shoes
Oh Super girl
You’ll be my Supermodel
Although at time it might seem awkward
Don’t run away
Oh don’t you recognize me?
I’m not the only heart you’ve conquered.
I kissed America
When she was fleecing me
And she know I understand
That she needs to be free
I miss America
And sometimes she does too
And sometimes I think of her
When she is fucking you
