Hey Even in America Canyon of the dead you can get air Tampering with the evidence Burning through your dead presidents Excuse me while I kiss the sky Sucking dollars through the satellites Even in America Canyon of the dead My heart was cold My body was ice But my mind caught fire When I touched the wire Hey Even in America Colder looking down I am always by your side Sunset and an alibi Yeah I fight for the small fry Hey Even in America Canyon of the dead you can get air Colder looking down you can call a friend