Ashes Of American Flags Lyrics - Yankee Hotel Foxtrot - Wilco

The cash machine is blue and green 

For a bundle of twenties and a small service fee 

I could spend three dollars and sixty-three cents 

On Diet Coca-Cola and unlit cigarettes 

I wonder why we listen to poets when nobody gives a fuck 

How hot and sorrowful, the machine begs for luck 

All my lies are always wishes 

I know I would die if I could come back new 

We want a good life with a nose for things 

The fresh wind and bright sky to endure my suffering 

I'm a hole without a key if I break my tongue 

Oh, speaking of tomorrow, how will it ever come? 

All my lies are always wishes 

I know I would die if I could come back new 

I'm down on my hands and knees 

Every time I hear a doorbell ring 

I shake like a toothache 

Every time I hear myself sing 

All my lies are only wishes 

I know I would die if I could come back new 

I would like to salute 

The ashes of American flags 

And all the fallen leaves 

Filling up shopping bags