| Song | Wild America |
| Artist | Iggy Pop |
| Album | American Caesar |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Pop, Schermerhorn | |
| 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 | |
| (live interview: | |
| Rollins: yeah | |
| Iggy: yeah | |
| Rollins: yeah | |
| Iggy: yeah | |
| Iggy: well i mean i like it here...do you have anything you' d like to say to america? | |
| Rollins: i'd iust 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 ****in' stuff | |
| They got everything you could imagine | |
| They' re so god dammed spoiled | |
| They' re poisoned inside | |
| They iudge 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, woa |
| zuo ci : Pop, Schermerhorn | |
| 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 | |
| live interview: | |
| Rollins: yeah | |
| Iggy: yeah | |
| Rollins: yeah | |
| Iggy: yeah | |
| Iggy: well i mean i like it here... do you have anything you' d like to say to america? | |
| Rollins: i' d iust 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 in' stuff | |
| They got everything you could imagine | |
| They' re so god dammed spoiled | |
| They' re poisoned inside | |
| They iudge 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, woa |
| zuò cí : Pop, Schermerhorn | |
| 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 | |
| live interview: | |
| Rollins: yeah | |
| Iggy: yeah | |
| Rollins: yeah | |
| Iggy: yeah | |
| Iggy: well i mean i like it here... do you have anything you' d like to say to america? | |
| Rollins: i' d iust 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 in' stuff | |
| They got everything you could imagine | |
| They' re so god dammed spoiled | |
| They' re poisoned inside | |
| They iudge 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, woa |