do you remember British achievement, and living when times were good? watching the start of the end of an era, would you go back if you could? when I was younger, the smell of the hunger, in all of the music you played kept me believing you lived for the lifestyle and not just the cash to be made 'cos it's a place where people happen, it's the corner of success everybody loves you, and you're never second best the smell of easy money, and you follow it to death I smell… the shit… upon your breath
CHORUS: I remember you when you were an Englishman but now you're turning American, turning American (x2)
walking away from the crumbling empire won't make it grow anymore changing your style 'cos the radio tells me how can you sleep? you're a commercial whore
and you'd lick the steaming phallus if it'd offered you a hit clean you of integrity and then they'll make you fit you think you'll glide to stardom then you'll show them what you've got your pride, your balls, they own your lot
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I want to be American, I want to be a star you should be over there, you should go far but I don't want to learn 'cos I know it all now you should be guaranteed to find out how you'll always be a wanna be, you look too far away...
'cos it's a place where people happen, it's the corner of success everybody loves you and you're never second best the smell of easy money, and you follow it to death I smell… the shit… upon your breath
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CHORUS: I remember you when you were an Englishman but now you're turning American, turning American (x2)
walking away from the crumbling empire won't make it grow anymore changing your style 'cos the radio tells me how can you sleep? you're a commercial whore
and you'd lick the steaming phallus if it'd offered you a hit clean you of integrity and then they'll make you fit you think you'll glide to stardom then you'll show them what you've got your pride, your balls, they own your lot
CHORUS
I want to be American, I want to be a star you should be over there, you should go far but I don't want to learn 'cos I know it all now you should be guaranteed to find out how you'll always be a wanna be, you look too far away...
'cos it's a place where people happen, it's the corner of success everybody loves you and you're never second best the smell of easy money, and you follow it to death I smell… the shit… upon your breath
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