Cure Young Americans (david Bowie-cover From Xfm Compil Lyrics

Young Americans (david Bowie-cover From Xfm Compil 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 her minutes, took her nowhere

Heaven knows,

She'd have taken anything, but

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

Hut, 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 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

You're 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

All night

You want the young American

Young American, young American

You want the young American

All right

You want the young American

Yen 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 trained

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