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

I´ve gotta get it on the dancefloor, baby where
in the Post United States of America
I´ve 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
I´m in a state of sand
And if I pray well, make hell, gee swell, I´ll be OK
Brothers on my right and left they don´t give a shit ´bout my bottomless pit
And I know, I will turn ´em, all you mothers in´n´out

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