CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : America (You’re Freaking Me Out) [From Exile]

On the lonely end of history
Swinging and swaying to the murder mystery
Rhyme and reason fled the crime scene
Of new penthouses next to tents in the streets
Oh-ooh-whoa-oh-oh, oh-ooh-whoa-oh-oh
Oh-ooh-whoa-oh-oh, oh-ooh-whoa-oh-oh

Well how do I steer my early thirties
Before I shipwreck before im forty?
Ain’t it a shame what we ignore?
What kind of monsters did our parents vote for?
Oh-ooh-whoa-oh-oh, oh-ooh-whoa-oh-oh
Oh-ooh-whoa-oh-oh, oh-ooh-whoa-oh-oh

'Cause lately I feel like I'm in "Puppet Vichy, France"
Teaching the devil to dance
To sing-alongs of sirеn songs
To "oohs," to "ahhs," to big applause
With all of my anger, I scream and shout
"Amеrica, I love you, but you’re freaking me out"

I was driving through the bible belt
Billboards claiming how jesus felt
How’d his words confuse themselves
With cranks for christians in powerful positions?
Oh-ooh-whoa-oh-oh, oh-ooh-whoa-oh-oh
Whose asses are they kissin'?
Oh-ooh-whoa-oh-oh, oh-ooh-whoa-oh-oh