American Hey! - Lyrics

American Hey er det nærmeste Graceland Gospel kommer en fullblods tullesang. Temaet er kanskje kontroversielt, men for oss er dette bare på gøy. Skal man allikevel se alvorlig på det er sangen faktisk rimelig balansert. På den ene siden har vi broren, som er storfornøyd med sitt dobbeltliv, gjør sine ting, og krones til dronning av natten. Og på den andre siden har vi "jeg" personen som savner en "skikkelig" storebror. Hvilke øvrige tanker som svirrer oppe i hodene til disse personene kan man jo spekulere i. Dere er velkomne til å bruke kommentarfeltet ;)

American Hey!

You ever seen my older brother Frank
He`s the one with the 1000 liter fish tank
He`s got a wife and a kid and he feels good
They even coach a little league in their neighbourhood
He goes to bed every night around half past six
After he brushes his teeth twice just for kicks
But if you saw him late night you`d probarbly scream
Cause he is living his own american dream

Transvestite
Doing his thing
Transvestite
Covered in bling
Transvestite
Fights for his rights
Transvestite
Queen for a night

I wish i didn`t have to say that it`s true
But both wife and kid don`t even have a clue
It`s a shame but he bursts into tears
If accidently someone fucks up his hair
You know my brother is a hard working man
He walks with Jesus, and obides by the rules that he can
But late at night when he`s left by himself
He picks a wig and a pink dress down from the shelf

I really need an older brother
I need a brother just like any other
I never really had a mother
And my father at best was undercover
I touch myself when in the shower
I do it almost for an hour
And when I see my rising tower
I feel a sudden rush of power!