Turn on the TV and it's always the same

It's just those losers and winners in some ultimate game

And there's no point playing if you're not gonna win

'Cause winning's a sacrament and losing's a sin

And it wears me down to the soles of my shoes



And I'm feeling so tired

And I'm wasted and wired

And I've got the American blues



And the mountains' majesty and the fruited plain

They're all just waving goodbye like amber fields of grain

Profit and loss is the line in the sand

A dog under the table

Teeth firmly sunk in hand

Between a rock and a hard place

Well there's nothing to choose



And I'm feeling so tired

And I'm wasted and wired

And I've got the American blues



We're as different from them as day and night

It's as plain as the nose on your face

And we run in the shadow of the power and the might

Of them that's running the human race



They rule their own, keep them close to the bone

In an isolation of fear

Under the heel, while they make the deals

The false prophets and profiteers

'Cause the world's a sound bite on the six o'clock new



And I'm feeling so tired

And I'm wasted and wired

And I've got the American blues