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Mando Diao - P.U.S.A. lyrics
Drove around til five oclock, it was drivers day I drove the drivers way, Now I must speed up get up wipe up everything Ive got Wanna hit the pretty ice in my big city, with my big clichs And if I get out, give up, get along with myself Ive gotta get it on the dancefloor, baby where in the Post United States of America Ive got my brotherhood to help me, take em there In the Post United States of America Police asked me where to go in a nowhereland Im in a state of sand And if I pray well, make hell, gee swell, Ill be OK Brothers on my right and left they dont give a shit bout my bottomless pit And I know, I will turn em, all you mothers innout I wanna get it on the dancefloor 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 |
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