Wild America Lyrics

One night out in l.a.
I met a Mexicana
With a butchy girlfriend
Who I thought was a man
They took me to the alley
To have a little chat
People lined the corner
Doin' this and that
In wild America

Now I 'm in a black car
With my Mexicana
She's got methedrine but
I want marijuana
I don 't want to drive home
Not in my condition
So I ask my friend Matt
To handle the ignition
In wild America
Exterminate the brutes
Well I mean I like it here...do you have anything you' d like to say to America?
I'd just like to say at this point that I' m 24 hour, 7 day a week, 365 day a year American)

I was glad that Debbie
Had a sense of humor
This time of the morning
I tend to get gloomy
She laughed and said "iggy,
You have got a biggy!"
I had no reply
So I just closed my eyes
In wild America
Exterminate the brutes
They're goin' wild
Goin' wild
They' re goin' wild
They' re goin' wild baby
They got all kinds of f*****' stuff
They got everything you could imagine
They' re so god dammed spoiled
They' re poisoned inside
They Judge a man by what he's got
And they wanta have more and more
More power, more freedom
Taller kids, longer lives
Everything, bigger houses, slaves, whoa
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