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Drove around â??til five oâ??clock, it was drivers dayI drove the drivers way,
Now I must speed up get up wipe up everything Iâ??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
Iâ??ve gotta get it on the dancefloor, baby where
in the Post United States of America
Iâ??ve got my brotherhood to help me, take â??em there
In the Post United States of America
Police asked me where to go in a nowhereland
Iâ??m in a state of sand
And if I pray well, make hell, gee swell, Iâ??ll be OK
Brothers on my right and left they donâ??t give a shit â??bout my bottomless pit
And I know, I will turn â??em, all you mothers inâ??nâ??out
I wanna get it on the dancefloorâ?¦
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