United States of Ricochet
I'm a little tired of being blown away
In the dead of night or the light of day
I'd practically kill not to be afraid
And I'm starting to sense it's not okay
So I'm putting down, I'm putting down, I'm putting down
I'm putting down, I'm putting down, I'm putting down
I'm putting down, I'm putting down, I'm putting down
Brow beaten out from underneath your dress
Undocumented and indigenous
When a civilization flips its desk
You know the rest, there is no rest
So I'm starting to fail to know what's best
I'm putting down, I'm putting down, I'm putting down
She held my bird's egg between her breasts
Away from the noise and the distress
Incubating hope before the past
There's still a reason for the road I guess
And I'm starting to fail to be impressed
I'm putting down, I'm putting down, I'm putting down
I'm putting down, I'm putting down, I'm putting down
Down
Down