Letra de P.U.S.A. - Mando Diao

Drove around �til five o�clock, it was drivers day,
I drove the driver way,
Now I must speed up get up wipe up everything I�ve got
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�ve gotta get it on the dancefloor, baby where
In the Post United States of America
I�ve 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
I�m in a state of sand
And if I pray well, make hell, gee swell, I�ll be OK
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Brothers on my right and left they don�t give a shit
�bout my bottomless pit
And I know, I will turn �em, all you mothers in�n�out
I wanna get it on the dancefloor baby where
In the Post United States of America
I�ve got my brotherhood to help me, take �em there
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