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Young American

He don’t like working, he just likes smoking
He don’t like voting but he’ll tell you what he wants
He don’t like Sundays and he don’t like Mondays
He don’t like nothing, his Daddy taught him that

How’s the wind blow, with that Nintendo
Blowing though his holy sacred quiet room?
And do you really, need to be haunted?
Can’t you see the truth that’s there in front of you?

He’s just a young American, down on his knees
just a young American, he won’t say please
just a young American, down on his luck
just a young American, don’t give a ...

Lately no one will go out riding
To raise that cain you thought you’d always have and own
Now it’s too crowded and no one’s listening
And while they’re talking you’d rather be alone

He’s just a young American, down on his knees
just a young American, he won’t say please
just a young American, down on his luck
just a young American, don’t give a ...

It gets so quiet when you’re sleeping
Hard to imagine that you’re still here anyway
The morning’s harder, with swollen ashtrays
They take you down a notch and start you on your way

He’s just a young American, down on his knees
just a young American, he won’t say please
just a young American, down on his luck
just a young American, don’t give a ...

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