Falling Down - Rare Americans

My heart’s a pawn broker babe

Buy, sell and trade

You’re an arms dealer, darling

Bombs, guns and grenades

Our car’s started sweetheart our

Garage is closed

I’m skipping the party you’re

Picking out clothes

You’re hell an honey

Like an animal trapped

I make a livin' betting dog fights, darling

This is just a little scrap

I think we’re falling down

Falling down

Yeah, we’re falling down

Fall, fall, fall, fall, falling down

What happened to you?

What happened to me?

What happened to us?

What happened to you?

What happened to me?

What happened to us?

You said it was off in the distance a

Minor threat

No cause for concern

Candy cigarette

I took your word for it

'Cause you were so well read

You said it was a little shit sweetie

Eating crackers in bed

You treat you like a temple

I treat me like a slave

You’re an ad banner and I’m a trade name

I think we’re falling down

Falling down

Yeah, we’re falling down

Fall, fall, fall, fall, falling down

What happened to you?

What happened to me?

What happened to us?

What happened to you?

What happened to me?

What happened to us?

What happened to you?

What happened to me?

What happened to us?

What happened to you?

What happened to me?

What happened to us?