Pusa lyrics

Drove around til five oclock, it was drivers day
I drove the drivers way,
Now I must speed up get up wipe up everything Ive got
Wanna hit the pretty ice in my big city, with my big clichs
And if I get out, give up, get along with myself

Ive gotta get it on the dancefloor, baby where
in the Post United States of America
Ive got my brotherhood to help me, take em there
In the Post United States of America

Police asked me where to go in a nowhereland
Im in a state of sand
And if I pray well, make hell, gee swell, Ill be OK
Brothers on my right and left they dont give a shit bout my bottomless pit
And I know, I will turn em, all you mothers innout

I wanna get it on the dancefloor

Love me, fool me, drink my wine in the
in the Post United States of America
I wanna go with those who live and dies
in the Post United States of America