Mall Of America

They say its murder on your folk career
 to make a rock record with the disappeared
 we'll let the police helicopters pull stereos out of the lake
 there is not an image that I must defend.
 There are no art forms now just capitalism
 so send the national guard
 to the mall of america
 and they can dress dead bodies
 up in tight designer jeans
 diesel prada it looks good
 it looks good!
 yeah it does!
 I'm gonna lie down with a common sound
 I'm gonna bury my blues so its never found
 I'm gonna learn to pay attention to the television sets
 and if my sadness needs a catalyst
 I'll just uncover my eyes so much stimulus.
 And at the shopping epicenter
 I have an agoraphobic fit
 so buy a fountain soda put some sugar on my tongue
 I'll wake up and write some songs with no soul with
 no soul!
 with nooooo soul!