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Mando Diao

Drove around ââ?¬Ë?til five oââ?¬â?¢clock, it was drivers day
I drove the drivers way,
Now I must speed up get up wipe up everything Iââ?¬â?¢ve got
Wanna hit the pretty ice in my big city, with my big clichÃ?©s
And if I get out, give up, get along with myself

Iââ?¬â?¢ve gotta get it on the dancefloor, baby where
in the Post United States of America
Iââ?¬â?¢ve got my brotherhood to help me, take ââ?¬Ë?em there
In the Post United States of America

Police asked me where to go in a nowhereland
Iââ?¬â?¢m in a state of sand
And if I pray well, make hell, gee swell, Iââ?¬â?¢ll be OK
Brothers on my right and left they donââ?¬â?¢t give a shit ââ?¬Ë?bout my bottomless pit
And I know, I will turn ââ?¬Ë?em, all you mothers inââ?¬â?¢nââ?¬â?¢out

I wanna get it on the dancefloorââ?¬¦

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