Lyrics America - Motörhead
America,
hot
as
hell
Hysterical,
cast
a
spell
The
endless
road,
another
night
to
bend
your
mind
White
line
fever,
I
think
that
state
patrol
car's
still
behind
America,
cold
as
death
Up
to
Canada,
crystal
meth
Another
West
Coast
turnaround
and
back
to
start
Yakima
Reservation,
just
another
broken
heart
America,
we
liked
it
fine
Sinsemilla,
Ripple
Wine
Another
schoolgirl
with
her
daddy's
Pontiac
Another
killer
from
the
wrong
side
of
the
tracks
America,
fast
cars
America,
the
girls,
the
bars
America,
don't
make
no
fuss
America,
get
on
the
bus
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