REAL AMERICANS (With apologies to David Bowie)

[Kurt_and_Hunter]

They pulled in just behind the bridge
He lays her down, he frowns
"Gee my life's a funny thing, does this go anywhere?"
He took her then and there
She had no choice but to have his babies
It took him minutes, took her nowhere
Heaven knows, she'd have taken anything, but

All night
She wants the Real American
Real American, real American, she wants the real American
Nut right
She wants the real American

Scanning Russia through the picture window
She finds the floating monster head
She smiles as she crashes through massed reindeer
Heaven forbid, she'll drill anywhere
But the freak, and her type, all for nothing
She misses a step and cuts her hand, but
Showing nothing, she swoops like a song
She cries "Where have all Papa's heroes gone?"

All night
She wants the Real American
Real American, real American, she wants the real American
Nut right
She wants the real American

All the way to Washington
Her sugar-daddy begs off the bathroom floor
"We rule for just these four short years
Who has to die for the four more?"

All night
He wants the Real American
Real American, real American, he wants the real American
Nut right
he wants the real American

Do you remember, your President Nixon?
Do you remember, the bills you have to pay
Or even yesterday?

Have you been an un-American?
Just you and your idol singing falsetto 'bout
Hope and change everywhere, and
Not a myth left from the ghetto
Well, well, well, would you carry a taser
Just in case of opposition
Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors
Can't meet the eyes of the Afro-voters
Ain't that close to love?
Well, ain't that poster love?
Well, it ain't that Barbie doll
Her heart's been broken just like you have

All night
She wants the Real American
Real American, real American, she wants the real American
Nut right
She wants the real American

You ain't a commie sypathizer
Christian Dior and a cold Budweiser
Black's got respect, but white's got his hedge fund
Mama's got plans, look out for the end-run
I heard the news today, oh boy
I got a suite and you got defeat
Ain't there a man you can say no more?
And, ain't there a woman I can sock on the jaw?
And, ain't there a child I can hold without judging?
Ain't there a pen that will write before they die?
Ain't you proud that you've still got faces?
Ain't there one damn song that can make me
break down and cry?

All night
She was the Real American
Real American, real American, she was the real American
Nut right
She was the real American

[Kurt_and_Hunter]

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