Wild America

One night out in L.A.

I met a Mexicana

With a butchy girlfriend

Who I thought was a man

They took me to the alley

To have a little chat

People lined the corners

Doing this and that

In wild America

Wild America

Wild America

Wild America

Now I'm in a black car

With my Mexicana

She's got methedrine but

I want marijuana

I don't wanna drive home

Not in my condition

So I ask my friend Matt

To handle the ignition

In wild America

In wild America

Wild America

Wild America

Exterminate the brutes

Exterminate the brutes

Exterminate the brutes

Exterminate the brutes

Alright

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I was glad that Debbie

Had a sense of humor

This time of the morning

I tend to get gloomy

She laughed and said, "Iggy

You have got a biggy"

I had no reply

So I just closed my eyes

In wild America

Wild America

Wild America

Wild America

Exterminate the brutes

Exterminate the brutes

Exterminate the brutes

Exterminate the brutes

They're going wild

Going wild

Going wild

Going wild

They're going wild

They're going wild, baby

They're going wild, baby

They got all kinds of fucking stuff

They got everything you could imagine

They're so god-dammed spoiled

They're poisoned inside

They judge a man by what he's got

And they wanna have more and more

More power, more freedom

Taller kids, longer lives

Everything, bigger houses, slaves, whoa