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There's a black man with a black cat Living in a black neighbourhood He's got an interstate runnin' through his front yard You know, he think, that he's got it so good And there's a woman in the kitchen cleanin' up the evening slop And he looks at her and says: hey darling, I can remember when you could stop a clock Oh but ain't that America for you and me Ain't that America we're something to see baby Ain't that America, home of the free Little pink houses for you and me Well there's a young man in a t-shirt Listening to a rockin' rollin' station He's got a greasy hair, greasy smile He says: lord, this must be my destination 'cuz they told me, when I was younger Boy, you're gonna be president But just like everything else, those old crazy dreams Just kinda came and went Well there's people and more people What do they know know know Go to work in some high rise And vacation down at the gulf of Mexico Ohhh yeah And there's winners, and there's losers But they ain't no big deal 'cuz the simple man baby pays for the thrills, The bills and the pills that kill Aus Songtexte Mania