American Alien
I walk ‘n’ talk like a citizen, but feel like an American Alien.
I’m Canadian born, brought up by a Philadelphian.
Falling asleep at 3 AM, rising after noon
Instant fame and riches, happening way to soon.
Always being told to keep my head down;
On the road from town to town.
Pleasing the crowds, appeasing my manager.
Sometimes I think, I’m just riding shotgun.
If I ever broke my melody making,
crab claw pickin’ fingers
I’d be out on the street,
^^^
like all my other,
^^^
unfortunate s.
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