american youth uncouth

the truth is ya just cant stop em the cop chopped my crop and i stoned em they hop and they hop and they run and they run american youth ya just cant stop em pull the reins from the east like a trolley off the tracks like a lion annoyed in his den his friend the lone wolf yelps for help under a satisfied moon cruel dawn hits like a rocket down an unearthly sound we stretch then retch and creep a sheepskin kin and prowl for eggyolks breaking towards the gates only to prowl once more american youth -ya cant stop em ya daughters are sweet but they are duuurty unbound called out mischevious in leather booths shut down in a valley escape she could wake the dead that cackle that cackle her eyeliner feeds on freedom take a minute to reflect pull the reins off this onetrack night american youth dont try to stop em