作曲 : Dixgård, Norén
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 gotWanna 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
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United States of 
AmericaI've got my brotherhood to help me, take 'em there
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AmericaPolice 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
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Love me, fool me, drink my wine
In the Post 
United States of 
AmericaI wanna go with those who live and dies
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