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I was walkin' in New York City on a summer afternoonThought I'd drop by and check in on one of them, uh, Wall Street TycoonsWell those guys must really know somethin' about securitiesCause JP Morgan Chased me right off his propertySaid Son, if you ain't got no money, you ain't no good to me.I gathered myself up and got back on my feetI scanned my surroundings for something I could eatThat's when I heard the vendor calling out to meAmerican Sausage, it's my favorite meat!American Sausage, it can't be beat!American Sausage, why you taste so sweet?I wanna eat you five times a day!Well I said, I'll give it a try. Hey man, that's pretty good.Won't you tell me what's in that there sausage, if you would?Well he said, I don't know what's in that recipe.Them fat cats have it shipped in from overseas.You'll have to head down to Latin America, go south of Belize.I searched for weeks on end but nothing I could findIn Panama I thought that I would lose my mindI knew it had to be close because of the smellThe more I asked the people there the less they'd tellTill a young, scared-looking man pulled me asideSongtexteHe said, My people, we have nothing to hide.But I know this guy, around the wayMy sisters says he works for the CIAShe says she saw him kill a man, but he didn't have to payCause he works for the USA!Oh Uncle Sam, Uncle SamWhat will it take for you to understand?I just want to be left alone with my family and my landI don't wanna be a part of your plansOh Uncle Sam, Uncle SamWhy don't you understand?Oh Uncle Sam, Uncle Sam, what will it take for you to understand?I just want to be left alone with my family and my landI wanna relax by the ocean in the hot summer sandDon't wanna be part of your plans but I can't run from your pointing handSayin' I want you, I want you,' well I want nothin' to do with youOh Uncle Sam, Uncle Sam, why don't you understand?It's that American Sausage, it's the worst kind of meat.American Sausage, there's blood in the streetsAmerican Sausage, why you taste like defeat?I wish you'd up and go away American Sausage, it's the worst kind of meat.American Sausage, for the assholes on Wall StreetOh, American Sausage, why you taste like defeat?I wish you'd up and go awayI was walkin' in Panama on a sunny afternoonThought I'd drop by and check in on this here, ah, CIA buffoonWell those guys, also seem to know somethin' about securityHe knew I was comin' before I set foot on his propertySaid, Son, I know you're here to ask me about that recipe.Ten years ago I would have killed you just for askingBut I'm retired now my instincts are relaxingI do possess the information you wish to knowI'll share it with you now for many others knowThere are two main components to the recipe:BLOOD AND OIL!BLOOD AND OIL! Blood and oil and-Blood and oil and fat and a little meat!Oh Uncle Sam, Uncle Samit took too long for me to understand!I just should have stayed at home with my family and my landI should have relaxed by the ocean in the hot summer sandBut I got wrapped up in your plansAnd now the blood won't wash from my handsSingin' Out damn spot, out damn spot!'Oh, and the guilt sits so deep in my gutOh Uncle Sam, Uncle Sam, I didn't understandIt's that American Sausage, it's the worst kind of meat!American Sausage, there's blood in the streets!American Sausage, it's stainin' our feetAnd we'll never wash it off again!American Sausage, it's the worst kind of meat!American Sausage, there's blood in the streets!American Sausage, it's stainin' our feetAnd we'll never wash it off again! Aus Songtexte Mania