Adam Gnade + The Confederate Yankees

It's Five O'Clock in America
wake up and see clearlybrush your pretty hair darling and arise from your doldrumsthe drear and fog will passin the woods the trees are brush tangled and thorny in thickets but the sun will come filtering through branchesand you will stand tall in the company of wolves and birds that stretch and stock in dark placesthey watch from the trees, they're watching from the treesand frances calls me from california to tell me about her nightmaresfaceless men in cows with guns and gownshot nuclear blast mushrooming over brooklynher kid sister gone missingher teeth falling out crumbleswitches in the skieswake up and see clearlysee fall leaves trampled and wet under vision streets of the sidewalk as yellowsee clearly and wake upand we'll meet downtown on the coldest day of the year and talk flush-facedin the bar while buses hiss past and the commuters trudge, death marching homeand the wind works into their clothes, so the streets choke and swell and burst expelling gray clouds of bone dustmade from leg bones and teeth and sheets of skinand bodies walk in great masses with umbrellasfrom jobs that drug them to loveless love affairsthrough alarm clocks chime and doors slam and the beeps of microwave ovens go onpast street constructions, street lamps flicking on and roadsSongtextepale light from office windows and it's five o'clock in americaand everyone's sleepwalkingthey're watching from the trees!they watch from the trees!they're watching from the trees!they're watching from the trees!they watch from the trees!they're watching from the trees!they're watching from the trees!they're watching from the trees!they're watching from the trees!they're watching from the trees!they're watching from the trees! Aus Songtexte Mania