- Young Americans (From 104.9 XFM Compilation) 歌詞 The Cure
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- They 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 All night She wants the young American Young American, young American She wants the young American All right She wants the young American Scanning life through the picture window she Finds the slinky vagabond He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang, but Heaven forbid, she can take anything But the freak and his type, all for nothing He misses a step and cuts his hand Showing nothing, he swoops like a song She cries, ' Where have all Papas heroes gone?' All night She wants the young American Young American, young American She wants the young American 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 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 Clinton? Do you remember , Bill you have to pay? Or even yesterday Bein the 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 a case just in case of depression Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors Blushing at all the Afro-Sheilas Aint that close to love? Aint that poster love? Well it aint that Barbie doll Her hearts been broken just like you All night You want the young American Young American, young American You want the young American All right You want the young American Youre not a pimp and youre not a hustler The pimps got a Cadillac, the lady got a Chrysler Blacks got respect and whites got his soul train Mamas got cramps and look at your hands ache [incomprehensible] I got a suite and you got defeat Aint there a man who can say no more? Aint there a woman I can sock on the jaw? Aint there a child I can hold without judging? Aint there a pen that will write before they die? Aint you proud that youve still got faces? Aint there one damn song That can make me break down and cry? 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 Young American, young American I want the young American All night Young American, young American I want the young American All right Young American, young American, young American I want the young American I want the young American I want the young American I want the young American I want the young American Young American, young American I want the youngAmerican Young American, young American I want the young American Young American, young American I want the young American
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