Haze - The American Scene

I’ve got a fear of after and a healthy hunger

I’ve got what I need

I was put under a spell

I was told not to tell you anything

Consenting machine

Collecting what seems constant, constant

I’ve got a silver dollar that says I don’t follow

I can play in the streets

I don’t think about the end

I just ask where and when you want me

Consenting machine

Collecting what seems constant

I don’t know who would want

to live forever in this place

I don’t know who would want

to live forever in all this haze

I don’t know who would want

to live forever in this place

I don’t know who would want

to live forever in all this haze, in this haze