Cure The Young Americans Lyrics

Young Americans Lyrics

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