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One night out in l.a.I met a mexicanaWith a butchy girlfriendWho I thought was a manThey took me to the alleyTo have a little chatPeople lined the cornerDoin' this and thatIn wild americaNow I 'm in a black carWith my mexicanaShe's got methedrine butI want marijuanaI don 't want to drive homeNot in my conditionSo I ask my friend mattTo handle the ignitionIn wild americaExterminate the brutes(live interview:Rollins: yeahIggy: yeahRollins: yeahIggy: yeahIggy: well I mean I like it here...do you have anything you' d like to say to america? Rollins: I'd iust like to say at this point that
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i' m 24 hour, 7 day a week, 365 day a year american)I was glad that debbieHad a sense of humorThis time of the morningI tend to get gloomyShe laughed and said iggy,You have got a biggy!I had no replySo I just closed my eyesIn wild americaExterminate the brutesThey're goin' wildGoin' wildThey' re goin' wildThey' re goin' wild babyThey got all kinds of fuckin' stuffThey got everything you could imagineThey' re so God dammed spoiledThey' re poisoned insideThey iudge a man by what he's gotAnd they wanta have more and moreMore power, more freedomTaller kids, longer livesEverything, bigger houses, slaves, woa

Writer(s): Eric Schermerhorn
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