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Character / Pop, Iggy (American Caesar)

Well,
I'll tell you
One good thing at least about some
Of these jungles was
They had some character
They may have driven me nuts
Sometimes & screwed up
But at least when they played
They damn guitar they'd play it
Like they meant it -
These white bread boys nowadays
Knowin' all the score
Don't even know how to puke

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Wild america / Pop, Iggy (American Caesar)

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

Now I'm in a black car
With my Mexicana
She's got methedrine but
I want mariuana
I don't want to drive home
Not in my condition
So I ask my friend Matt
To handle the ignition
In wild america
Exterminate the brutes

(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 weak, 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
Exterminate the brutes
They're goin' wild
Goin' wild
They're goin' wild
They're goin' wild baby
They got all kinds of fuckin' stuff
They got everything you could imagine
They're so god damned spoiled
They're poisoned inside
They judge a man by what he's got
And they wanta have more and more
More power
More freedom
Taller kids
Longer lives
Everything
Bigger houses
Slaves
Woa

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Mixin' the colors / Pop, Iggy (American Caesar)

All across the continents
Everywhere a soul is send
A new mix of the races is takin' place
It's what Hitler didn't like
And it makes a pretty sight
Just look at what you see on
Your MTV

Out on the edges they're
Mixin' the colors
Some they don't like it
But me I don't mind
In every city they're
Mixin' the colors
Different shades for the
Whole countryside
If you leave the hate alone tonight
Music's gonna get you home tonight
If you leave the hate alone tonight
Music's gonna get you home tonight
Mixin'
They're mixin'

On the edges of the line
There's a different kind of kind
No one seems to claim for
The race war games
'Cause you don't have to choose sides
It just crucifies your mind
There's a hundred million ways
To live your life for yourself

Out on the edges they're mixin' the colors
Some they don't like it but me I don't mind
In every city they're mixin' the colors
Different shades for the whole
Countryside
I like the kids with the opened-up faces
I like the kids with the ways of their own
If you leave the hate alone tonight
Music's gonna get you home tonight
If you leave the hate alone tonight
Music's gonna get you home tonight
Mixin' the colors

Now a language that sounds new
Comes a-driftin' next to you
And the music that you hear is changin' too
Cuz they're mixin' the colors
Baby the colors