Artista: Cassino
  Canción: American Low

Oh this hurricane's blowing us thin
This never-ending swirl of American sin
Where I strayed on my knees to a bottomless cage
Where they throw dollar bills and hope to be saved.
The poshest scarf on the warmest day
It's enough to make you give up
She says, "I know, I know, I know...it shows."

As we sleep in this broken Cadillac
We watch the world leave, it doesn’t look back.
I got to say that when my heart attacks
Don't return it. It will fire right back.
So let's just lie here as the paint us black.

Oh this earthquake is shaking our hands
Free at the wrists just as we started a dance.
The hardest thing next to diamond rings
Is the coats we have to wear just to make ends meet.
I got this year and fifty more to beat
It's enough to make you give up.
She says, "I know, I know, I know...So let go."

The nervous ticks only the holy get.
The country treats as the cities get sick.
The lunatics and the Harlem tricks
The country treats as we all get sick.