American Music Club - Patriot's Heart

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If you want to see something patriotic there’s a stripper
He don’t that look that good, but he’s got an All-American smile
That fills his underwear with all the lonely dollars
From all the lonely men who no one ever suffers
Who wait around this bar and spend all their lonely hours
They’re already gone, no one’s running for cover
The farther you run away the more you have to hide in the dark
White as the worm that crawls in the patriot’s heart
It is so red white and blue the way he works the bar
Selling his embraces like Mr. President or a fallen star
And he don’t care, babe, if you’re worldly or wise
He’s just looking for men with sin in their eyes
And he always says the same thing, he says
«So how you doin' baby, I’m your rod and your staff
And for a tip you can touch me
And after a few tequilas, I become something holy
In this crappy little bar with its sweating mirrors and its mildewed ceiling
I’m more full of love, yeah, than even natural selection
And dollar for dollar babe, it’s a better bargain
The more you pay the more I can break you all apart.»
And dollars pour like ashes from the patriot’s heart
Now he knows that your good time will kill him
But the thought of getting old, well it does not thrill him
He says «give me all your money and don’t tell me what you’re thinking
I’m the past you wasted, I’m the future you’re obliterating
Well c’mon grandpa, remind me what we’re celebrating
That you’re heart finally dried up, or that it finally stopped working
And how you make a dead man cum, you learned the undertakers art
And make 'em shine like the alcohol that preserves the patriot’s heart
We all want a patriot’s heart
Yeah, give me your patriot’s heart
You can see him fade with the dawn and a pile of washingtons
His head in a spin, he’s happy to pass out again
He would rather fade into the static than hear the violins
That whine like old lovers who whine that they love him
He would rather laugh alone in the dark with his soft hands of heaven
'Cause they leave him alone with his entertainment system
He does it for the money but he gives more than he’s given
He does it for the money but he gives more than he’s given
And it’s only when he’s naked that he feels his heart
In the whorehouse desert of the patriot’s heart
We all want a patriot’s heart
We all want a patriot’s heart