I'm a dope
Blowing smoke at the TV screen
Lost all hope
Based on the things I've seen
I'm a man content
For the sake of argument
Underneath each added straw
Oh, I feel so American

Spray paint me gold
Pull my face up to the blinds
I'm a family ghost you'll
You'll never leave behind
You'll never leave behind

I want to exist where the misfit fits
I want to have some purpose
I believe what she believes
I believe my children
When the lights go off
There's no applause
Condescending to the hideous thought
Imprisoned in my lonely skin
I feel so American

Spray paint me gold
Pull my face up to the blinds
I'm a family ghost you'll
You'll never leave behind
You'll never leave behind

Time will tell this story again
Different clothes than they wore back then
Digging holes and filling them in
I feel so American

Spray paint me gold
Pull my face up to the blinds
I'm a family ghost you'll
You'll never leave behind
You'll never leave behind
You'll never leave behind

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Writer(s): Jeff Tweedy