Keep The Junk In America

(альбом: Hot For The Orient - 1980)

I saw a light in the desert sky, space station coming down
I hope it don't fall on me, twisted metal on the ground
I see the pain in a young man's eyes as he reaches for a fix
I see him shake when he's hanging out, that's not what I call kicks

Keep the junk in America
Keep the junk in America
Keep that junk, leave it where it belongs

I ate a burger and some fries, mamma, it made me so sick
They gave it to me with a smile, knew it was a trick
I heard some muzak on the radio, they play it every hour
I hear that garbage on the radio and I sing it in the shower

Keep the junk in America
Keep the junk in America
Keep that junk, leave it where it belongs

America she's got the best, she's also got the worst
But down here we get everything, sometimes I think we're cursed
We gave them the boomerang, you know it just flew back
With stars and with stripes all over it, radar on its track

There's a missile base just down the street
Where they fight the war
And when the rockets find it
I won't be here no more

Keep the junk in America
Keep the junk in America
Keep that junk, leave it where it belongs

Keep the junk in America
Keep the junk in America
Keep the junk in America
Leave it where it belongs

Keep that junk in America
Leave it where it belongs