Wild America Songtext
von Iggy Pop

One night out in LA, 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
Alright

Yeah (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 a 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
Goin′ wild
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 wanna have more and more

More power, more freedom
Taller kids, longer lives, everything
Bigger houses, slaves
Whoa!

OK
We all made mistakes