Me debunk an American myth? And take my life in my hands? Where the great plains begin at the hundredth meridian At the hundredth meridian where the great plains begin Driving down a corduroy road Weeds standing shoulder high Ferris wheel is rusting off in the distance At the hundredth meridian At the hundredth meridian At the hundredth meridian Where the great plains begin Left alone to get gigantic Hard, huge and haunted A generation so much dumber than it's parents Came crashing through the window A raven strains along the line of the road Carrying a muddy, old skull The wires show their approval Off down the distance At the hundredth meridian At the hundredth meridian At the hundredth meridian Where the great plains begin I remember, I remember buffalo And I remember Hengelo It would seem to me I remember every single fucking thing I know If I die of Vanity, promise me, promise me That if they bury me some place I don't want to be That you'll dig me up and transport me Unceremoniously away from the swollen city breeze Garbage bag trees, whispers of disease And acts of enormity And lower me slowly, sadly, and properly Get Ry Cooder to sing my eulogy Where the great plains begin At the hundredth meridian At the hundredth meridian Where the great plains begin Driving down a corduroy road Weeds standing shoulder high Ferris wheel is rusting off in the distance At the hundredth meridian At the hundredth meridian At the hundredth meridian Where the great plains begin Left alone to get gigantic Hard, huge, and haunted A generation so much dumber than it's parents Came crashing through the window A raven strains along the line of the road Carrying a muddy, old skull The wires show their approval Off down the distance Where the great plains begin At the hundredth meridian At the hundredth meridian Where the great plains begin I remember, I remember buffalo And I remember Hengelo It would seem to me I remember every single fucking thing I know If I die of Vanity, promise me, promise me That if they bury me some place I don't want to be That you'll dig me up and transport me Unceremoniously away from the swollen city breeze Garbage bag trees, whispers of disease And acts of enormity And lower me slowly, sadly, and properly Get Ry Cooder to sing my eulogy At the hundredth meridian At the hundredth meridian At the hundredth meridian Where the great plains begin © PEERMUSIC CANADA INC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com