Kristeen Young, David Bowie - American Landfill lyrics
[Kristeen Young, David Bowie - American Landfill lyrics]
Are you having trouble breathing?
Do you find it hard to breathe?
Did you wake up to find you're buried
Semi-alive? Do you need a hand?
Dig the American dig the American
Dig the American dig the American
Dig the American dig the American
Can you leave it all behind?
Can you get to what you feel?
You're just a big fat mess
You're just an American landfill, landfill
Do you need the jaws of life
To cut through the American landfill
Landfill?
We can rise up from this grave
We can prepare to ascend
We could walk on water
You could be my saviour, saviour
Dig the American dig the American
Dig the American dig the American
Dig the American dig the American
Can you just not wear that dress?
Can you just not get your hair cut like that?
Who picks out your clothes
Sort through the American landfill, landfill
We can rise up from this grave
We can prepare to ascend
We could walk on water
You could be my saviour, saviour
Baby, come inside take off your coat
Can you leave it all behind?
Can you get to what you feel?
Do you need the jaws of life
To cut through the American landfill
Landfill?
We can rise up from this grave
(You could be my saviour)
We can prepare to ascend
(You could be my saviour)
We could walk on water
(You could be my saviour)
You could be my saviour, saviour
Dig the American
Do you find it hard to breathe?
Did you wake up to find you're buried
Semi-alive? Do you need a hand?
Dig the American dig the American
Dig the American dig the American
Dig the American dig the American
Can you leave it all behind?
Can you get to what you feel?
You're just a big fat mess
You're just an American landfill, landfill
Do you need the jaws of life
To cut through the American landfill
Landfill?
We can rise up from this grave
We can prepare to ascend
We could walk on water
You could be my saviour, saviour
Dig the American dig the American
Dig the American dig the American
Dig the American dig the American
Can you just not wear that dress?
Can you just not get your hair cut like that?
Who picks out your clothes
Sort through the American landfill, landfill
We can rise up from this grave
We can prepare to ascend
We could walk on water
You could be my saviour, saviour
Baby, come inside take off your coat
Can you leave it all behind?
Can you get to what you feel?
Do you need the jaws of life
To cut through the American landfill
Landfill?
We can rise up from this grave
(You could be my saviour)
We can prepare to ascend
(You could be my saviour)
We could walk on water
(You could be my saviour)
You could be my saviour, saviour
Dig the American