Wild America lyrics

One night out in L.A

I met a Mexicana

With a butchy girlfriend

Who I thought was a man

They took me to the alley

To have a little chat

People lined the corners

Doin' this and that

In wild America

Wild America

Wild America

Wild America

Now I'm in a black car

With my Mexicana

She's got methedrine but

I want marijuana

I don't want to drive home

Not in my condition

So I ask my friend Matt

To handle the ignition

In wild America

In wild America

Wild America

Wild America

Exterminate the brutes

Exterminate the brutes

Exterminate the brutes, all right

(LIVE INTERVIEW)

ROLLINS: Yeah

IGGY: Yeah

ROLLINS: Yeah

IGGY: Yeah

IGGY: Well I mean I like it here

IGGY: Do you have anything

You'd like to say to America?

ROLLINS: I'd just like to say at this point

That I'm a 24 hour, 7 day a week, 365 day a

Year American

I was glad that Debbie

Had a sense of humor

This time of the morning

I tend to get gloomy

She laughed and said "Iggy

You have got a biggy!"

I had no reply

So I just closed my eyes

In wild America

Wild America

Wild America

Wild America

Exterminate the brutes

Exterminate the brutes

They're goin' wild

Goin' wild

They're goin' wild

They're goin' wild

They're goin' wild

They're goin' wild, baby

They're goin' wild, baby

They got all kinds of fuckin' stuff

They got everything you could imagine

They're so god dammed spoiled

They're poisoned inside

They judge a man by what he's got

And they wanna have more and more

More power

More freedom

Taller kids

Longer lives

Everything

Bigger houses

Slaves

Woa