Matthew Ryan - American Dirt

Honey, I swear it's not my fault
They shut us down, the big door was locked
The bigger the dream, the bigger the trap
The bigger the black in disappointment
I crossed my fingers till they were broke
I threw a brick, the arc it formed so slow
And on TV, outside the mall, in my defence

I've been spitting out American dirt
All that money can buy, all that money can buy
Spitting out American dirt
All that money can buy, all that money can buy

I wish I'd done something with my life
Something safe, it's so useless
I move through days like I were a knife
My eyes were blue now they're bruises
A silver cross on tan wet skin
I'm thirsty thinking I should climb in
Heather, please, heaven knows I'm by a thread

I've been spitting out American dirt
All that money can buy, all that money can buy
Spitting out American dirt
All that money can buy, all that money can buy


You're on your side facing the wall
Our room disappears between the street lights
Come the pride, come the fall
We volunteered

We've been spitting out American dirt
All that money can buy, all that money can buy
Spitting out American dirt
All that money can buy, all that money can buy
Spitting out American dirt
All that money can buy, all that money can buy
Spitting out American dirt
All that money can buy, all that money can buy

All that money can buy, all that money can buy
All that money can buy, all that money can buy

Spitting out American dirt
Spitting out American dirt
Spitting out American dirt
Spitting out American dirt

No more, no more, no more, mother
No more, no more, no more, mother