Drove around till five 'o clock   It was drivers day, I drove the driver away   Now I must speed up, get up, wipe up, everything I've got   Wanna hit the pretty ice in my big city with my big cliches   And if I get out, give up, get along with myself      I've gotta get it on the dance floor, baby where   In the Post United States of America   I've got my brotherhood to help me, take 'em there   In the Post United States of America   In the Post United States of America   In the Post United States of America      Police asked me where to go in a nowhere land   I'm in a state of sand   And if I pray well, make hell, gee swell, I'll be okay   Brother's on my right and left   They don't give a shit about my bottomless pit   And I know, I will turn 'em, all you mothers in n' out      I wanna get it on the dance floor, baby where   In the Post United States of America   I've got my brotherhood to help me [Incomprehensible]   In the Post United States of America   In the Post United States of America   In the Post United States of America      [Inaudible]      Love me, fool me, drink my wine   In the Post United States of America   I wanna go with those who live and dies   In the Post United States of America   In the Post United States of America   In the Post United States of America