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Young Americans (Live) - David Bowie (大卫·鲍伊)

Written by：David Bowie

Pulled in just behind the fridge

He lays her down

He frowns

Gee my lifes 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 nowhere

Heaven knows shed have taken anything doesn't

All night

All nights she wants the young American

Young American young American

She wants the young American

All right

All right she wants the young American

Life through the picture windows

She finds the slinky vagabond

He coughs as he passes her ford mustang

Heaven no she taken anything

But the freak and his type all for nothing

She can nothing and cuts his hand

Showing nothing he swoops like a song

Where have all papas heroes gone

All night

All night she wants the young American

Young American young American

She wants the young American

All right

All right she wants the young American

All the way from Washington

Her bread winner begs off the bathroom floor

Live for just these twenty years

Do we have to die for the fifty more

All night

All night he wants the young American

Young American young American

He wants the young American

All right

He wants the young American

Do you remember

President nixon

Do you remember

The bills you have to pay

Or even yesterday

Have you 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

Just in case of depression

Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors

Blushing at all the afro sheilas

Ain't that close to love

Ain't that poster love

Well it ain't that barbie doll

Her hearts been broken just like you have

All night

All night to want the young American

Young American young American

You want the young American

All right

You want 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 whites got his soul train

Mamas got cramps and look at your hands ache

I heard the news today oh boy

I got a suite and you got defeat

Ooooo

Ain't there a man you can say no more

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 youve still got faces

Ain't there one d**n song that can make me

Break down and cry

All night

I want the young American

Young American young American

I want the young American

All right

I want the young American

I want the young

Young American

You want with I want

All right

You want it I want to you

Young American young American

I want the young American

All right

Lord I wanted the young American