2008-01-23 01:22:46 UTC
Or even yesterday
Have you been an un-American?
Just you and your idol 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-sheilas
Aint that close to love?
Well, aint that poster love?
Well, it aint that barbie doll
Her hearts been broken just like you have
And
All night
You want the young Americans
Young Americans, young Americans, you want the young Americans
All right
You want the young Americans
Well, do you?