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