Young Americans - The Bowie Knives

They pulled in just behind the bridge

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 night

She wants the young American

Scanning life through the picture windows

She finds the slinky vagabond

He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang but

Heaven forbid she'll take anything

But the freak and his type all for nothing

He misses a step and cuts his hand but

Showing nothing he swoops like a song

She cries Where have all Papa's heroes gone

All night

She wants the young American

Young American young American

She wants the young American

All night

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

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 your President Nixon

Do you remember the bills you have to pay

Or even yesterday

Have you been a hung 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-Sheeners

Ain't that close to love

Well ain't that poster love

Well it ain't that Barbie doll

Her heart's been broken just like you have

All night

He wants the young American

Young American young American

He wants the young American

All right

He wants the young American

You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler

A pimp's got a Cadi and a ladys got a Chrysler

Black's got respect and white's got his soul train

Mama's got cramps and look at your hands shake

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

All night

I wants the young American

Young American young American

He want the young American

All night

I wants the young American

Young American young American

I want the young American

All night

I want the young American

Young American young American

I want the young American

All night