Dollar Store Tents Songtext
von John R. Miller

They made a city outta dollar store tents
Whatever′s left in the abandonment
The money's gone somewhere else to be spent
Dead leaves in the garden
Mercury burstin′ in empty rooms
Waitin' for a new cycle to bloom
Nothin' to learn now, one could assume
There′s things that don′t get rescued

Every peaceful valley's been found
And the promised land was mineral-rich
So the blood got sucked right out
Man, ain′t that a son of a bitch


Some people never try to dance
Some romanticize their ignorance
But you can't hide behind a paper fence
Nobody goes out innocent
Stubborn as a slow refrain
Some things can′t be measured in gains
It's all washed away by the comin′ rain
What's gonna take its place?

Every peaceful valley's been found
And the promised land was mineral-rich
So the blood got sucked right out
Man, ain′t that a son of a bitch

Every peaceful valley′s been found
And the promised land was mineral-rich
So the blood got sucked right out
Man, ain't that a son of a bitch