David Bowie YOUNG AMERICANS 歌詞

歌：David Bowie

作詞：BOWIE DAVID

作曲：JONES DAVID ROBERT

発売：2009-07-21 07:00:37

They pulled in
just behind the fridge
He laid her down-
he frowns
"Gee my life's a
funny thing
Am I still too young"
He kissed then and there
She took his ring
took his babies
It took him minutes
took her nowhere
Heaven knows
she'd've taken anything
(All night-)
She wants the
young American
(young American
young American
She wants the
young American
Its all right-)
but she wants the
young American
Scanning life through
the picture window
She finds the
slinky vagabond
He coughs as he passes
her Ford Mustang
Heaven forbid
she'll take anything
But the frake and
his type-all for nothing
He misses a step
and cuts his hand
Showing nothing
he swoope like a song
She cries
"where have papa's
heroes gone?"
(All night-)
She wants the
young American
(young American
young American
She wants the
young American
Its all right-)
but she wants the
young American
All the way
from Washington
Her breadwinner begs
of the bathroom floor
"We live for just
these twenty years
Do we have to die
for the fitty more"
All nights-
he wants the
young American
(young American
young American
He wants the
young American
Its all right-)
All right
but he wants the
young American

Do you remember
President Nixon
Do you remember
the bills
you have to pay
Or even yesterday

Now you have been
the un-American
Just you and your ID
singing falsetto
'Bout leather
leather everywhere
And not a myth left
from the ghetto
Well, well well
would you carry a razor
In case, just in case
of depression
Sit on your hands
on a bus of survivors
Blushing at all
the afro sheeners
Ain't that close to love
Ain't that poster love
well it ain't that
barbie doll
Her hearts have been
broken just like you
(All night-)

All night-you want the
young American
(young American)
young American
(you are the
young American)
oh lady
Its all right
you want the
young American
But you ain't a pimp
and you ain't a hustler
Pimps got a Cadi-
lady got a Chrysler
Black got respect-
white got his soul train
Mama's got cramps and
look at your hands
(I heard the news
today oh boy)
I got suite and
you got defeat
Ain't there a man-
who can say no more
Ain't there a woman-
I can sock on the jaw
Ain't there a child-
I can hold
without judging
Ain't there a pen-
that will write
before they die
Ain't you proud-
that you've still
got faces
And ain't there
one damn song
that can make me
Break down and cry
All night-
I want the
young American
(young American)
young American
(I want the
young American)
It's all night-
I want the
young American
young American
(young American
young American
I want the
young American
It's all night)
(young American
young American
I want the
young American
It's all night･･･)