Americana band Lyrics

Americana band, that's our brand

They're listening to Texas Cooking in Woking

They're listening to the UK Subs in Athens Georgia

They're spinning Os Mutantes in suburban Osaka

Now I've got brain cancer

So I'm going home to Jesus

I wrote an article about it

For the Manchester Guardian

For self-promotional purposes

If I was a star I might live forever

Your hot smooth limbs give me Saturday Night Fever

All that pumping, you'd think I worked a gas station like Elvis or whoever

All my neurons going down like telephone lines in a Texas Tornado

Better call that Wichita Lineman

Now I've got brain cancer

So I'm going home to Jesus

I wrote an article about it

For the Manchester Guardian

For self-promotional purposes

Like a shooting in Texas

Pulling down the blinds on all of the windows

All over my brain

Now I've got brain cancer

So I'm going home to Jesus

I wrote an article about it

For the Manchester Guardian

For self-promotional purposes

Americana band, that's our brand

They're listening to Texas Cooking in Woking

They're listening to the UK Subs in Athens Georgia