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Testo Young Americans [2018 Remastered Version] - David Bowie

Testo della canzone Young Americans [2018 Remastered Version] (David Bowie), tratta dall'album Loving The Alien (1983 - 1988)

Pulled her down behind the fridge, laid her down
And found, gee, you know, life's a funny thing
Am I still too young?
Disappeared there
She took his ring, took his baby
Took him in his, took him out where
Heaven knows, she didn't take anything but
All right, she was a young American
(Young American, young American, he was a young American)
All night, she was a young American
Smiling lines through the kitchen window, she
Spies her shrinking back, her body
Coughs as she passes a Ford Mustang
Heaven knows, she'll take anything
But the freaking is tied, boy, for nothing
They see the same thing, cut his ass
Showing hands just tastes like a salted gash
Well, one of our brothers sure goes far
All right, all night, she was a young American
(Young American, young American, he was a young American)
All night, she was a young American
All the way from Washington
Bred with the pigs on the bathroom floor
If we trusted these twenty years
Do we have to die for fifty more?
All right, all night, she was a young American
(Young American, young American, he was a young American)
All night, he was a young American
Do you remember, President Nixon?
Do you remember, the bills we had to pay?
Or even yesterday?
Do you fear the young American?
You and your eyes are saying for sale
Reds and leather everywhere
And none of them are from the ghetto
Well, well, would you carry a razor
Just in case a case of depression?
Sit down your hands with a bust of survivors
And sing about the afro sheeners
Ain't that close to love?
Ain't that close to love?
It ain't no Barbie doll
Her heart's been broken just like you are
All right, all night, she was a young American
(Young American, young American, he was a young American)
All night, she was a young American
You and the pimp, he and the hustler
Pimp's got a caddy, lady's got a Contra
Black's got respect, white's got a soldier
Bring it down to Kansas, move 'em around, say
I heard the news today, oh boy
I got the sweet and you got the fever
And every man who could say no more
And every woman had to punch in the door
And every child had to open that Tupper
And every pen had to write before daylight
And your pride just took our faces
No! No!
You talkin' to me?
Ain't there one damn song, who could make me break down and cry?
All night, you are the young American
(Young American, young American, he was a young American)
All night, you are the young American



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Writer(s): David Bowie
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