“Smells Like American Spirit“ is from On The Cinder’s new album Heavy-Handed. Follow along at:
Flower House Records, 2024.
Lyrics:
Pay your five at the door and get down here
Invite combustion
Rebuild destruction
Around here it’s cloudy 400 days a year
Seasonal depression a perennial condition
Denizens of the bottom shelf
Reservation cigarettes
Cheap Skates, Cheap Dates, Cheat Fate
To revel in two minute vignettes
Smells like American Spirit so loud you can feel it
Coats like paint, tastes like fame
The All-American Spirit
So true you’ll never believe it
Unbridled pride rusts the same
Pay your five at the door and get down here
Reveal expression, Set free exhaustion
Give me your hungry, your poor
We’re all hungry and poor so get down here
Word of mouth destinations
Gas station luxuries
Push back, on track, where’s Drach?
This town’s got no where better to be
Smells like American Spirit so loud you can feel it
Coats like paint, tastes like fame
The All-American Spirit
Put your head down to receive it
Patron saints doused in shame
The All-America air so thick you’ll never clear it
Video Credits: Daylon Liles (friend and camera engineer).
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