Drove around
I drove the driver way,
Now I must speed up get up wipe up everything I
Wanna hit the pretty ice in my big city,
With my big clichés
And if I get out, give up, get along with myself
I
In the Post United States of America
I
In the Post United States of America
Police asked me where to go in a nowhereland
I
And if I pray well, make hell, gee swell, I
Brothers on my right and left they don
And I know, I will turn
I wanna get it on the dancefloor baby where
In the Post United States of America
I
In the Post United States of America
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