Текст песни «Young Americans» от Cure, The

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Cure, The - "Young Americans"

Lyrics to Young Americans :

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, but 



Chorus (he) 



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, shell take anything 



But the freak, and his type, all for nothing 



He misses a step and cuts his hand, but 



Showing nothing, he swoops like a song 



She cries "Where have all Papas heroes gone'" 







Chorus (she) 



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'" 







Chorus (he) 



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, your President Clinton' 



Do you remember, Bill, 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-Sheilas 



Aint that close to love' 



Well, aint that poster love' 



Well, it aint that Barbie doll 



Her hearts been broken just like you have 







Chorus (you) 



All night 



You want the young American 



Young American, young American, you want the young American 



All right 



You want the young American 







You aint a pimp and you aint a hustler 



A pimps got a Cadi and a lady got a Chrysler 



Blacks got respect, and 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 



Aint there a man you can say no more' 



And, aint there a woman I can sock on the jaw' 



And, 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' 







Chorus (i) (repeat 3 times) 



All night 



I want the young American 



Young American, young American, I want the young American 



All right 



I want the young American
[ Young Americans Lyrics  ]

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