Mando Diao P.U.S.A. song lyrics

Drove around till five 'o clock

It was drivers day, I drove the driver away

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 cliches

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

I've gotta get it on the dance floor, 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

In the Post United States of America

In the Post United States of America

Police asked me where to go in a nowhere land

I'm in a state of sand

And if I pray well, make hell, gee swell, I'll be okay

Brother's on my right and left

They don't give a shit about my bottomless pit

And I know, I will turn 'em, all you mothers in n' out

I wanna get it on the dance floor, baby where

In the Post United States of America

I've got my brotherhood to help me [Incomprehensible]

In the Post United States of America

In the Post United States of America

In the Post United States of America

[Inaudible]

Love me, fool me, drink my wine

In the Post United States of America

I wanna go with those who live and dies

In the Post United States of America

In the Post United States of America

In the Post United States of America