Young Americans (Live) 歌词
They pulled in just behind the fridge
He lays he down he frowns
Gee my life's a funny thing am I still too young
He kissed her then and there
She took his ring took his babies
It took him minutes took her no where
Heaven knows she'd've taken anything but
*she*wants the young american
But *she*wants the young american
Scanning life through the picture window
She finds the slinky vagabond
He coughs as he passes up her red mustang but
Heaven forbid she take anything
But the freak and his type all for nothing
Misses a step and cuts his hand
But
Showing nothing he swoops like a song
She cries where have all papas' heroes gone
All the way from washington
Her bread winner begs off the bathroom floor
We live for just these twenty years
Do we have to die for the fifty more had
*he*wants the young american
But *he*wants the young american
Do you remember
Your president nixon
Do you remember
The bills you have to pay
Or even yesterday
Have you have been an un american
Just you and your idol singing falsetto
'Bout leather leather everywhere and
Not a myth left from the ghetto
Well well well would you carry a razor
In case just in case of depression
Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors
Blushing at all the afro sheila's
Ain't that close to love
Well ain't that poster love
Well it ain't that barbie doll
Her heart's been broken just like you have
*you*wants the young american
But *you*wants the young american
You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler
A pimps' got a cadi and a lady got a chrysler
Blacks got respect uhh whites got his soul train
Mamas' got cramps and look at your hands ache
I got a suite and you got defeat
Ain't there a man you can say no more and
Ain't there a woman I can sock on the jaw and
Ain't there a child I can hold without judging
Ain't there a pen that will write before they die
Ain't you proud that you've still got faces
Ain't there one d**n song that can make me
Break down and cry
*i*wants the young american
But *i*wants the young american