Текст песни Young Americans - David Bowie
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
a
young
American
Young
American,
young
American,
she
wants
the
young
American
All
night
But
she
wants
the
young
American
Scanning
life
through
the
picture
window
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
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
right
Well,
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
(all
right)
Well,
he
wants
the
young
American
Do
you
remember,
your
President
Nixon?
Do
you
remember,
the
bills
you
have
to
pay?
Or
even
yesterday?
Have
been
the
un-American?
Just
you
and
your
idol
sing
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
hearts
have
been
broken
just
like
you
and
All
night
All
night
you
want
the
young
American
Young
American,
young
American,
you
want
the
young
American
All
right
You
want
the
young
American
You
ain′t
a
pimp
and
you
ain't
a
hustler
A
pimp′s
got
a
Cadi
and
a
lady
got
a
Chrysler
Black's
got
respect,
and
white′s
got
his
soul
train
Mama's
got
cramps,
and
look
at
your
hands
ache
(I
heard
the
news
today,
oh,
boy)
I
got
a
suite
and
you
got
defeat
Ain't
there
a
man
who
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
want
the
young
American
Young
American,
young
American,
I
want
the
young
American
All
right
I
want
the
young
American,
young
American
Young
American,
young
American
I
want
the
young
American
(I
want
what
you
want)
All
night
(I
want
what
you,
you
want
I)
Young
American,
want
the
young
American
All
right
Young
American,
young
American,
I
want
the
young
American
All
right
Альбом
Montreal 1983
1 Fame
2 Let's Dance
3 The Jean Genie
4 Stay
5 Star
6 China Girl
7 Fashion
8 Scary Monsters (And Super Creeps)
9 Breaking Glass
10 Look Back In Anger (1999 Remastered Version)
11 TVC 15 (2001 Remastered Version)
12 Ashes to Ashes
13 Cracked Actor
14 White Light/White Heat
15 Red Sails
16 Sorrow - Remastered
17 Life On Mars'
18 I Can't Explain
19 Station to Station
20 Rebel Rebel
21 "Heroes"
22 What In the World
23 Golden Years
24 Space Oddity
25 Band Introductions
26 Young Americans
27 Cat People (Putting Out the Fire)
28 Modern Love
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