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Soon as you see the light
I'll break your head on the floor
You're made of something not quite natural
We don't want your kind anymore
Did you emerge a fetal disaster?
Crown of technological thorns
Did you arrive a part-time national?
Do you really wanna get born?

Baby, take my hand, I'm gonna make you something
I'm having fun making Americans
I'm making Americans

Carry your cares in a cartridge
Bury alive your baby dreams
I'm gonna wrap you right up in something
Straight out of 1963
You gotta lose that digital blood
and get you back into the national mean
I'm gonna throw you into a big black void
And pray the angels bring you right back up to me

Baby, take my hand, I'm gonna make you something
I'm having fun making Americans
I'm making Americans

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from Making Americans b​/​w Down on Marston Blues, released August 17, 2013

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