p.u.s.a.

drove around 'til five o'clock

it was drivers day

i drove the drivers way

now i must speed up get up wipe up everything i've got

wanna hit the pretty ice in my big city

with my big clichs

and if i get out

give up

get along with myself

i've gotta get it on the dancefloor

baby where

in the post united states of america

i've got my brotherhood to help me

take 'em there

in the post united states of america

police asked me where to go in a nowhereland

i'm in a state of sand

and if i pray well

make hell

gee swell

i'll be ok

brothers on my right and left they don't give a shit 'bout my bottomless pit

and i know

i will turn 'em

all you mothers in'n'out

i wanna get it on the dancefloor. love me

fool me

drink my wine in the

in the post united states of america

i wanna go with those who live and dies

in the post united states of america