American cash, all torn in the corners We burn up the last 80 bones at the bar by the border Save the change for the tip and the taxi Nothing left I can claim when they ask me American side, in line at the peace bridge The radio dial, impeachment and pop hits I roll down the window, lie when they ask What I made and I spent in american cash I got to go Feeling alone Ambivalent to The hell I don't know The last of the gold rush The exit at last The change at the toll booth In American cash American Cash Making it home, I'm thinking in straight time A highway bouquet by the Conneticut state line The billboards are tall, they reach for salvation A number to call, for your holy donation In american cash, what's left in you pockets After the tax, a little before you lost it You roll down the window, your hand in the breeze You take liberty to figure out what it means I got to go Feeling alone Ambivalent to The hell I don't know The last of the gold rush The exit at last The change at the toll booth In American cash I'm on the border, on the fence, on the wall This duty free cheap alcohol With toothpaste, tea, and Tylenol The writing's on the wall I got to go Feeling alone Subservient to The hell I don't know The last of the gold rush The exit at last The change at the toll booth In American cash American cash, all torn in the corners We burn up the last 80 bones at the bar by the border