Mando Diao - P.U.S.A. Lyrics
Drove around ‘til five o’clock, it was drivers day,I drove the driver way,Now I must speed up get up wipe up everything I’ve gotWanna hit the pretty ice in my big city,With my big clichésAnd if I get out, give up, get along with myselfI’ve gotta get it on the dancefloor, baby whereIn the Post United States of AmericaI’ve got my brotherhood to help me, take ‘em thereIn the Post United States of AmericaPolice asked me where to go in a nowherelandI’m in a state of sandAnd if I pray well, make hell, gee swell, I’ll be OKBrothers on my right and left they don’t give a shit‘bout my bottomless pitAnd I know, I will turn ‘em, all you mothers in’n’outI wanna get it on the dancefloor baby whereIn the Post United States of AmericaI’ve got my brotherhood to help me, take ‘em thereIn the Post United States of AmericaLove me, fool me, drink my wineIn the in the Post United States of AmericaI wanna go with those who live and diesIn the Post United States of America
