From the recording America
Composed by Simon Rigoni
Performed by 2 Inch Tape;
Simon Rigoni: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Lap Steel Guitar, Field Recordings
Fiona Broussard: Vocals
Samuel Cope: Hammond Organ
Lyrics
Zig zag across a thousand highways
Thank god for all night check-in at my stay
DIY theme park drive by
Another church sign tells me how to live my life
Be the person your dog thinks you are
Take the bread of christ or end up in a toaster
I think Jesus Christ is an American
Baptised, nationalised, evangelised
Yeah Jesus Christ is an American
Commercialised, stylised, held up so high
Any day now he’ll be back again
Walking your flat earth from edge to end
On top of water he’ll appear to glide
It’s an oldie, but it gets them every time
Feed the poor bread, fish and wine
He’ll save your soul but he won’t save mine
Raise your soul to hear my friend
Father like son, god is an American
Thank god, that god is an American
Thank god, that god is an American
Thank god, that god is an American
Thank god, that god is an American