The Ike Reilly Assa**ination - Ex-Americans lyrics

Somebody got accused of something Somebody k**ed somebody's name The wedding bands are all booked solid And the former independents sound the same They moved the protest out from the seaside Back from the Motor Inn Who is gonna rock for the prisoners at the protest? It's the ex-Americans Not the holier house band Not The Stranglers and The Cramps Not the gay holiday singers But the Ex-Americans Ex-Americans Ex-Americans, oh yeah Ex-Americans Ex-Americans, oh yeah At the pool side, I see her Getting sun with her old man Fueled by the s** of injustice And wiggling to the beats of the Ex-Americans Could I drink free to what you believe in Or until I get myself a tan? Who could love me so white and so loaded? Miss Ex-American Not Miss California Not Miss Former Hotel Local #1 Not Miss June, your city thighs with those statutory eyes But Miss Ex-American Ex-American Ex-American, oh yeah Ex-American Ex-American, oh yeah They're not Californian But they love their sun They're not New York, New York, New York, New York But they're sure what they shove They're not Hammond, Indiana Or Waukegan, Illinois They're not Californian They're the ex-Americans Ex-Americans Ex-Americans, oh yeah Ex-Americans Ex-Americans, oh yeah Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah