Young Americans (Letra)

Mystikal

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?"
He kissed her then and there
She took his ring, took his babies
It took him minutes, took her nowhere
Heaven knows, she’d 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, she’ll 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 papa’s 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
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

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 ain’t a pimp and you ain’t a hustler
A pimp’s got a cadi and a 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 heard the news today, oh boy)
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 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 (Letra)

Pink Floyd

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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 windows
She finds the slinky vagabond
He coughs as he passes her ford mustang, but
Heaven forbid, she’ll 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 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
"we 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, your 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
In 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?
Well, ain’t that poster love?
Well, it ain’t that barbie doll
Her heart’s been broken just like you have

And
All night
You 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 pimp’s got a cadi and a 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 heard the news today, oh boy
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 damn 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
Young american
Young american, young american, i want the young american
(i want with you, i want with you want)
All right
(you want it, i want you you, you want i, i want you want)
Young american, young american, i want the young american (i want to want, to want, to want , to want i, i want you)
All right
(lord i wanted the young american)
(young american)
Young american, young american
I want the young american
Mmmmmm mmm

Young Americans (Letra)

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There’s something wrong and it’s our government.
Is this the way that it has always been.
We’re being led by used car lot salesman.
But what to do..
The time has come to fight my friends.
Don’t patronize me as if my brain is shallow.
Put a price on my head i’ll put a tag on your toe.
A scandal in the white house please say it ain’t so.
You cannot lie to me because the american dream isn’t as it seems.
I read the news another scandal, a lie.
I hear your speech i watch the bullshit fly.
When passed the day that mortality died but what to do.
The time has come to fight my friends.
The rich getting richer and the poor getting poorer the writing’s on the wall.
All the president’s men sit like fattened cats smoking cigars inside the white house walls.
A transient makes his bed from cardboard boxes.
His hotel the steps of capital hill. so what’s the price of happiness for you my friend, a hundred grand or a five dollar bill?
There’s something wrong and it’s our government.
Is this the way that it has always been?
Can’t sit and watch as our country descends.
But what to do..
The time has come to fight my friends ‘cause we are young americans.

Young Americans (Letra)

Mystikal

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Young Americans (Letra)

Pink Floyd

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Young Americans (Letra)

98 Mute

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