American Jerusalem - Rod McDonald

    New York City Rain
    I don't know if it's makin' me dirtier or clean
    went for the subway but there was no train
    and the tunnel was crumbling for repairs again
    and the sign said welcome to American

    I been around
    you could spend forever looking for a friend in this town
    all you get to do is lay your dollar down
    till you're stumbling drunk up the stairs again
    and sign says welcome to American

    In the temples of American Jerusalem
    they buy an ounce of South African gold
    they don't care who was bought or sold
    or who died to mine it
    in the temples of American Jerusalem
    they buy an ounce of Marseilles white
    somewhere on a street with no light
    somebody dies tryin' it

    and somewhere in a crowd
    lookin' the kind of way that makes you turn around
    will be somebody who knows what it's about
    and she's goin' to take the ribbons from her hair again
    and welcome you to American

    In the alleys of American Jerusalem
    the homeless lie down at the dawn
    the pretty people wonder what they're on
    and how they afford it
    in the ashes of American Jerusalem
    the prophets live their deaths out on the corner
    the pretty people say there should have been a warning
    but nobody heard it

    then shadows lick the sun
    the streets are paved with footsteps on the run
    somebody must've got double 'cause I got none
    I forgot to collect my share again
    so go west to breathe the cleansing air again
    go Niagara for your honeymoon again
    go on the road if you're goin' to sing your tune again
    go to sea to learn to be a man again
    till you come on home to American

    © Rod MacDonald


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