Wild America

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 corners Doin' this and that In wild America Wild America Wild America 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 In wild America Wild America Wild America Exterminate the brutes Exterminate the brutes Exterminate the brutes Exterminate the brutes Oh right Yeah Yeah Yeah But I mean I like it here Do you have anything you'd like to say to America? I'd just 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 Wild America Wild America Wild America Exterminate the brutes Exterminate the brutes Exterminate the brutes Exterminate the brutes They're goin' wild Goin' wild They're goin' wild They're goin' wild They're goin' wild They're goin' wild baby They're goin' wild baby They got all kinds of fuckin' stuff They got everything you could imagine They're so god dammed spoiled They're poisoned inside They judge 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, whoa