โหลดเพลง mp3 Young Americans (1998 Remastered) (1998 Digital Remaster) - David Bowie

Young Americans (Single Version) (1998 Digital Remaster) - David Bowie
They pulled in just behind the fridge
he lays he 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 no-where
Heaven knows, she'd've taken anything

She wants the young American

but she wants the young American

All the way from Washington,
her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor
We live for just these twenty years
do we have to die for the fifty more had

He wants the young American

but He wants the young American

Do you remember

your President Nixon

Do you remember

the bills you have to pay
or even yesterday

You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler
A pimps' got a Cadi and a lady got a Chrysler
Blacks got respect, uhh, whites got his soul train
Mamas' 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 and
Ain't there a woman I can sock on the jaw, and
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 one damn song that can make me
break down and cry

I wants the young American

but I wants the young American