Cure - Young Americans Lyrics
They pulled in just behind the fridgeHe lays her down, he frowns"gee my life's a funny thing, am i still too young?"He kissed her then and thereShe took his ring, took his babiesIt took him minutes, took her nowhereHeaven knows, she'd have taken anything, butChorus (he)All nightShe wants the young americanYoung american, young american, she wants the young americanAll rightShe wants the young americanScanning life through the picture windowShe finds the slinky vagabondHe coughs as he passes her ford mustang, butHeaven forbid, she'll take anythingBut the freak, and his type, all for nothingHe misses a step and cuts his hand, butShowing nothing, he swoops like a songShe cries "where have all papa's heroes gone?"Chorus (she)All the way from washingtonHer bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor"we live for just these twenty yearsDo we have to die for the fifty more?"Chorus (he)All nightHe wants the young americanYoung american, young american, he wants the young americanAll rightHe wants the young americanDo you remember, your president clinton?Do you remember, bill, you have to payOr even yesterday?Have you have been an un-american?Just you and your idol singing falsetto 'boutLeather, leather everywhere, andNot a myth left from the ghettoWell, well, well, would you carry a razorIn case, just in case of depression?Sit on your hands on a bus of survivorsBlushing at all the afro-sheilasAin't that close to love?Well, ain't that poster love?Well, it ain't that barbie dollHer heart's been broken just like you haveChorus (you)All nightYou want the young americanYoung american, young american, you want the young americanAll rightYou want the young americanYou ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustlerA pimp's got a cadi and a lady got a chryslerBlack's got respect, and white's got his soul trainMama's got cramps, and look at your hands ache(i heard the news today, oh boy)I got a suite and you got defeatAin'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 meBreak down and cry?Chorus (i) (repeat 3 times)All nightI want the young americanYoung american, young american, i want the young americanAll rightI want the young american
