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Desaparecidos Conor Oberst - Mall Of America Lyrics

They say its murder on your folk career to make a rock
record with the disappeared we'll let the police
helicopters pull stereos out of the lake there is not
an image that I must defend. There are no art forms
now just capitalism so send the national guard to the
mall of america and they can dress dead bodies up in
tight designer jeans diesel prada it looks good it
looks good yeah it does I'm gonna lie down with a
common sound I'm gonna bury my blues so its never
found I'm gonna learn to pay attention to the
television sets and if my sadness needs a catalyst

I'll just uncover my eyes so much stimulus.
And at the shopping epicenter
I have an agoraphobic fit
so buy a fountain soda
put some sugar on my tongue
I'll wake up and write some songs
with no soul with no soul