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Well I guess I'm off to sell my soul
Mark Cohen for Buzzline, coming up
Devil-worshipping welfare queens are coming to take your jobs
Oh my God

Mark
Don't breathe too deep
Don't think all day
Dive into work
Drive the other way
That drip of hurt
That pint of shame
Goes away
Just play the game

You're living in America
At the end of the millennium

You're living in America
Leave your conscience at the tone

And when you're living in America
At the end of the millennium
You're what you own

Roger
The filmmaker cannot see

Mark
And the songwriter cannot hear

Roger
Yet I see Mimi everywhere

Mark
Angel's voice is in my ear

Roger
Just tighten those shoulders

Mark
Just clench your jaw til you frown

Roger
Just don't let go

Both
Or you may drown

You're living in America
At the end of the millennium
You're living in America
Where it's like the Twilight Zone

And when you're living in America
At the end of the millennium
You're what you own

So I own not a notion
I escape and ape content
I don't own emotion, I rent
What was it about that night

Connection
In an isolating age
For once the shadows gave way to light
For once I didn't disengage
Angel, I hear you, I hear it
Mimi, I see it, I see it, my film
Alexi - Mark
Call me a hypocrite
I need to finish my
Own film

Roger
What was it about that night
Connection
In an isolating age
For once the shadows gave way to light
For once I didn't disengage
Mimi I see you, I see it
I hear it, I hear it, my song
One Song Glory
Mimi Your Eyes

Mark
I quit

Both
Dying in America
At the end of the millennium
We're dying in America
To come into our own

And when you're dying in America
At the end of the millennium
You're not alone

I'm not alone
I'm not alone