The Great American HemHaw Songtext

I caught you staring at a full moon of kitchen lights
It looks an awful lot like angels (don't they?) passing by
From over here, I'd swear you thought you invented it
I remember you before you spent your time captivated
By some bullshit burnout-hippie mass
And claiming they're not the problem with where we live
It's suitable when coast to coast it's all the same
Down here drugs are all the rage