"Ashes of American Flags" by Wilco

The cash machine is blue & green
$400 in twenties and small silver _
I could spend $3.63 on diet coca cola
And unlit cigarettes
I wonder why we listen to poets
And nobody gives a thought
How hot & sorrowful
This machine begs for naught
All my lies are always wishes
I know I could die if I could come back new
I want a good life
With a nose for things
Fresh wind & bright sky
To enjoy my suffering
A hole without a key
If I break my tongue
Speakingof tomorrow
How will it ever come
Oh, all my lies are always wishes
I know I will die if I could come back new
I am down on my hands & knees
Every time the doorbell rings
I shake like a toothache
When I hear myself sing
Oh, my lies are only wishes
I know I will die if I could come back new
I would like to salute
The ashes of american flags
And all the fallen leaves
Filling up shopping bags