Motorhead - America Lyrics

America, hot as hell, hysterical, cast your 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, 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 Motorhead Lyrics America Lyrics