Braids - Young Americans lyrics

They pulled in just behind the fridge He lays her down, he frowns "Gee my life's a funny thing, am I still too young?" He kissed her then and there She took his ring, took his babies It took him minutes, took her nowhere Heaven knows, she'd have taken anything, but All night She wants the young American Young American, young American, she wants the young American All right She wants the young American Scanning life through the picture window She finds the slinky vagabond He coughs as he pa**es her Ford Mustang, but Heaven forbid, she'll take anything But the freak, and his type, all for nothing Misses a step and cuts his hand, but Showing nothing, he swoops like a song "Where have all Papa's heroes gone?" All night She wants the young American Young American, young American, she wants the young American All right She wants the young American All the way from Washington Bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor "We live for just these twenty years Do we have to die for the fifty more?" All night He wants the young American Young American, young American, he wants the young American All right He wants the young American Do you remember, the bills you have to pay Or even yesterday? Have you been an un-American? You were no idol singing falsetto 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 in a bus of survivors Blushing at all the afro-sheeners Ain't that close to love? Well, ain't that poster love? It ain't that Barbie doll Her heart's been broken just like you have All night You want the young American Young American, young American, you want the young American All right You want the young American Well, you ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler Mama's got cramps, and look at your hands ache I got a suite and you got defeat Ain't there a man you can say no more? 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? Ain't there just one song that will make you break down and cry? All night Young American, young American, you want the young American All right Young American, young American, you want the young American