Rare Americans - Falling Down

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My heart’s a pawn broker babe
Buy, sell and trade
You’re an arms dealer, darling
Bombs, guns and grenades
Our car’s started sweetheart our
Garage is closed
I’m skipping the party you’re
Picking out clothes
You’re hell an honey
Like an animal trapped
I make a livin' betting dog fights, darling
This is just a little scrap
I think we’re falling down
Falling down
Yeah, we’re falling down
Fall, fall, fall, fall, falling down
What happened to you? What happened to me? What happened to us?
What happened to you? What happened to me? What happened to us?
You said it was off in the distance a
Minor threat
No cause for concern
Candy cigarette
I took your word for it
'Cause you were so well read
You said it was a little shit sweetie
Eating crackers in bed
You treat you like a temple
I treat me like a slave
You’re an ad banner and I’m a trade name
I think we’re falling down
Falling down
Yeah, we’re falling down
Fall, fall, fall, fall, falling down
What happened to you? What happened to me? What happened to us?
What happened to you? What happened to me? What happened to us?
What happened to you? What happened to me? What happened to us?
What happened to you? What happened to me? What happened to us?