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Les paroles de Young Americans
| | | Artiste: | Cure, The |
| | Album: | Miscellaneous | | Titre: | Young Americans | | | | Date d'ajout: | 18/10/2007 | | Vues: | 36 fois | | | | Paroles: | 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 | | | |
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