Motorhead - America lyrics

The endless road, another night to bend your mind

White line fever, I think that state patrol car's still behind

America, cold as death, up to Canada, Crystal Meth

Another West Coast turnaround and back to start

Yakima Reservation, just another broken heart

America, liked it fine, Sinsemilla, Ripple Wine

Another Schoolgirl with her daddy's Pontiac

Another killer from the wrong side of the tracks

America, fast cars

America, the girls, the bars

America, don't make no fuss

America, get on the bus