Typecast America

Typecast America

America was an affair to remember
With her boozy ballroom style
Straight out of a Garbo movie
But the actress got written out of the script
In favor of a debutante with looks that kill
But doesn’t know her screen personality
From her suburban life in a station wagon
With grunge rock blasting from the tape deck
And she smokes her last cigarettes
In a futile attempt to get back that good feeling
She knew while walking in the clothing stores
With those shoes she one day could afford
To walk America with middle class
On her road trip to Vegas
Where a blackjack sleight of hand
Lands her in the throat of the beast
Eating itself alive