Lyrics:

Me debunk an American myth?

And take my life in my hands?

Where the Great Plains begin at the hundredth meridian

At the hundredth meridian where the Great Plains begin



Driving down a corduroy road,

Weeds standing shoulder high

Ferris wheel is rusting off in the distance



[Chorus]



At the hundredth meridian

At the hundredth meridian

At the hundredth meridian where the great plains begin



Left alone to get gigantic

Hard, huge, and haunted

A generation so much dumber than it's parents

Came crashing through the window



A raven strains along the line of the road

Carrying a muddy, old skull the wires show their approval

Off down the distance



[Chorus]



I remember, I remember buffalo And I remember Hengelo

It would seem to me

I remember every single fucking thing I know

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If I die of Vanity, promise me, promise me

That if they bury me some place I don't want to be

That you'll dig me up and transport me

Unceremoniously away from the swollen city breeze, garbage bag trees

Whispers of disease, and acts of enormity

And lower me slowly, sadly, and properly

Get Ry Cooder to sing my eulogy



[Chorus]

Where the Great Plains begin at

The hundredth meridian

At the hundredth meridian where the Great Plains begin



Driving down a corduroy road,

Weeds standing shoulder high

Ferris wheel is rusting off in the distance



[Chorus]



At the hundredth meridian

At the hundredth meridian

At the hundredth meridian where the great plains begin



Left alone to get gigantic

Hard, huge, and haunted

A generation so much dumber than it's parents

Came crashing through the window



A raven strains along the line of the road

Carrying a muddy, old skull the wires show their approval

Off down the distance



[Chorus]



I remember, I remember buffalo And I remember Hengelo

It would seem to me

I remember every single fucking thing I know



If I die of Vanity, promise me, promise me

That if they bury me some place I don't want to be

That you'll dig me up and transport me

Unceremoniously away from the swollen city breeze, garbage bag trees

Whispers of disease, and acts of enormity

And lower me slowly, sadly, and properly

Get Ry Cooder to sing my eulogy



[Chorus]