P.U.S.A

Drove around til five o clock, it was drivers day

I drove the drivers way,

Now I must speed up get up wipe up everything I ve got

Wanna hit the pretty ice in my big city, with my big clichés

And if I get out, give up, get along with myself

(refrão)

I ve gotta get it on the dancefloor, baby where

in the Post United States of America

I ve got my brotherhood to help me, take em there

In the Post United States of America

In the Post United States of America

In the Post United States of Ameeeeeeeerica

(verso)

Police asked me where to go in a nowhereland

I m in a state of sand

And if I pray well, make hell, gee swell, I ll be OK

Brothers on my right and left they don t give a shit bout my bottomless pit

And I know, I will turn em, all you mothers in n out

(refrão)

I ve gotta get it on the dancefloor, baby where

in the Post United States of America

I ve got my brotherhood to help me, take em there

In the Post United States of America

In the Post United States of America

In the Post United States of Ameeeeeeeerica

(solo)







Love me, fool me, drink my wine in the

in the Post United States of America

I wanna go with those who live and dies

in the Post United States of America

In the Post United States of America

In the Post United States of Ameeeeeeeeriiiiiiiica