Young Americans (From 104.9 XFM Compilation) - The Cure (治疗乐队)

Written by：David Bowie

They pulled in just behind the fridge

He lays her down

He frowns

Gee my life's a funny thing

Am I still too young

Kissed then and there

She took his ring

Took his babies

It took him minutes

Took her nowhere

Heaven knows she'd 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

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

All papa's 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

Ain't that close to love

Ain't that poster love

Well it ain't that barbie doll

Her heart's 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

You're not a pimp and

You're not a hustler

The pimp's got a cadillac

The lady got a chrysler

Black's got respect and

White's got his soul train

Mama's got cramps and

Look at your hands ache

I got a news they are women suite and you got defeat

Ain't there a man

Who can say no more

Ain't there a woman

I can sock on the jaw

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

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 you want

Young American

All right

Young American

Young American

Young American

I want the young American

Young American

Young American

Young American

I want the young American

Young American

I want the young American

Young American

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I want the young American

Just is average day

American

I want the young American