Lyrics America - Motörhead

America

America, hot as hell
Hysterical, cast a spell
The endless road, another night to bend your mind
White line fever, I think that state patrol car’s still behind
America, cold as death
Up to Canada, crystal meth
Another West Coast turnaround and back to start
Yakima Reservation, just another broken heart
America, we liked it fine
Sinsemilla, Ripple Wine
Another schoolgirl with her daddy’s Pontiac
Another killer from the wrong side of the tracks
America, fast cars
America, the girls, the bars
America, don’t make no fuss
America, get on the bus