Travis

歌詞

I'm not a racist but. I am I served my time in Vietnam I've got three jobs This is one Sometimes I wish that I'd kept my gun This country's going down the tubes I can't afford to pay my dues Unless you've got some sponsorship For Christ sakes buddy Don't get sick Don't grow old Don't be poor Do what you're told Yeah! Are you from Europe? Well so am I I came here in 1955 Half American, half asleep Same day a rain will came and wash the streets The CIA, the KGB It's all the same conspiracy The whole damn country's on the skids You better tell your kids Don't get sick Don't grow old Don't be poor or underprivileged Do exactly what you're told Keep the meter running Until we reach our destination The grim reaper isn't coming He's been otherwise detained With Apocalypse practice and his other occupation Behind the wheel of his taxi cab that's driving me insane They took 4,000 headers on a bus ride Left 'em dribbling at the seaside Where the sun would keep them warm Give a guy a uniform They live out on the freeway now they're waiting till your car breaks down Don't take the American dream to bed One of these days you'll wake up dead