an American gold ticket by michael hermiston © (original) HD

vocals, guitar, piano: michael hermiston i caught small newspaper clipping of a Florida news story, the events in the article wrote the song lyrics: Florida, hot sun, and beaches soaking Snowbirds orange juice, splashing stickiness, and booze crocodiles disappear, guns just hang around hot afternoons a swim let that mind snooze but it’s not California, oh that lazy lifestyle, fast food and Disney world, cars and cancer the same backwards kind of thinking, all around America today a golden ticket to heaven that’s the answer Jesus gestured come over here, and ”smell that summer grease” c’mon behind that KFC we’ll go i have here gold tickets, to heaven, oh yes they’re real i want you to sell them and keep the dough by coincidence then i met Stevie the alien if i had the cash he had a flying saucer for sale could take us to his planet, made entirely of drugs “golden tickets to heaven, wholesale and retail” but Mr Policeman, why do you take all my money away i’m just trying to get by in the good old American way you take my money, my drugs and my baby alligator is this how you make America greater but it’s not California, oh that lazy lifestyle, fast food and Disney world, cars and cancer that backward kind of thinking, all around America today a golden ticket to heaven that’s the answer x3