Americas Veins

Max Webster

Compositor: Kim Mitchell / Pye Dubois

She caught me in the washrooms
I had crayons in my hands
I want to make graffiti
I want to put a little blood
In America's veins

She said
If you want to get down in the dark
I'll come with you
'Cause I see that natural
Look in your eyes

She stopped me in the washrooms
I had latex
In my hands

I wanna paint the stars and stripes
All over your dress

She said
If you want to get down in the dark
I'll come with you
'Cause I see that natural
Look in your eyes

Oh, water
Oh, oh, water
My blood is not made of water
It's not made of apple pie

It's made of laughter
It's made of laughter
It's the heart of America's veins
America's veins
America's veins

She caught me in the washrooms
I had crayons in my hands
I want to make graffiti
I want to put a little blood
In America's veins

She said
If you want to get down in the dark
I'll come with you
'Cause I see that natural
Look in your eyes