Drove around til five oclock, it was drivers day

I drove the drivers way,

Now I must speed up get up wipe up everything Ive got

Wanna hit the pretty ice in my big city, with my big clichs

And if I get out, give up, get along with myself



Ive gotta get it on the dancefloor, baby where

in the Post United States of America

Ive got my brotherhood to help me, take em there

In the Post United States of America



Police asked me where to go in a nowhereland

Im in a state of sand

And if I pray well, make hell, gee swell, Ill be OK

Brothers on my right and left they dont give a shit bout my bottomless pit

And I know, I will turn em, all you mothers innout



I wanna get it on the dancefloor



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