..... THE CURE LYRICS - TITLES STARTING WITH LETTER Y .....

||||| Young Americans |||||

they pulled in just behind the fridge
he lays her down, he frowns
"gee my life's a funny thing, am i still too young?"
he kissed her then and there
she took his ring, took his babies
it took him minutes, took her nowhere
heaven knows, she'd have taken anything

all night
she wants the young american
young american, young american, she wants the young american
all right
she wants the young american

scanning life through the picture window
she finds the slinky vagabond
he coughs as he passes her ford mustang
but heaven forbid, she'll take anything
but the freak, and his type, all for nothing
he misses a step and cuts his hand
but Showing nothing, he swoops like a song
she cries "where have all papa's heroes gone?"

all the way from washington
her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor
"we live for just these twenty years
do we have to die for the fifty more?"

all night
he wants the young american
young american, young american, he wants the young american
all right
he wants the young american

do you remember
your president clinton?
do you remember
bill, you have to pay

or even yesterday?

have you have been an un-american?
just you and your idol singing falsetto 'bout
leather, leather everywhere
and not a myth left from the ghetto
well, well, well, would you carry a razor
in case, just in case of depression?
sit on your hands on a bus of survivors

blushing at all the afro-sheilas
ain't that close to love?
well, ain't that poster love?
well, it ain't that barbie doll
her heart's been broken just like you have

all night
you want the young american
young american, young american, you want the young american
all right
you want the young american

you ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler

a pimp's got a cadi and a lady got a chrysler
black's got respect, and white's got his soul train
mama's got cramps, and look at your hands ache
(i heard the news today, oh boy)
i got a suite and you got defeat
ain't there a man you can say no more?
and, ain't there a woman i can sock on the jaw?
and, ain't there a child i can hold without judging?
ain't there a pen that will write before they die?
ain't you proud that you've still got faces?
ain't there one damn song that can make me break down and cry?

all night
i want the young american
young american, young american, i want the young american
all right
i want the young american

||||| You're so Happy (You Could Kill Me!) |||||

so you don't care about the beautiful people
but you'll try one just the same
yeah i know you can love it or leave it
you're just playing a game... again

oh you don't care about the famously stupid
but you'll live it for a while
oh i know you're only doing that irony thing
when you smile but don't smile...

you don't care about what anyone else is
don't care what they do or they say
you live your own life in your own time
and in your own dead indifferent way

yeah... in your own time...

no you don't care about the fabulous in things
but you'll be one just in case
yeah i know you can take it or leave it
you're just having a taste...

don't give a fuck about what anyone else is
don't give a fuck what they do or they say
yeah you are as you feel in your own time
and in your own dead indifferent way
and you will swear on any life but your own
that you're happy! happy how it all is...
at least it's the way that you think i should think
that you think about any of this

about any of this... yeah...
and it's so much more than you ever need...

and you will swear on any lie but your own
that you're happy! happy how it all is...
at least it's the way that you think i should think
that you think about any of this...

you're so... happy yeah!
you're so... happy yeah!
you're so... happy yeah!
you're so... happy yeah!

so happy... you could kill me!

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