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if you want to see something patriotic there's a stripperhe don't that look that good but he's got an all american smilethat fills his underwear with all the lonely dollarsfrom all the lonely men who no one ever sufferswho wait around the bar and spend all their lonely hourswhore already gone no ones running for coverthe farther the run away away the more you have to hide in the darkwhite as a worm that crawls through the patriots heartits so red white and blue the way he works the barselling his embraces like mr. president or a fallen starand he doesn't care if you're worldly or wisehe's looking for men with sin in their eyes andhe always says the same thing: he says how are you doing babyI'm your rod and your staff and for a tip you can touch meand after a few tequilas he becomes something holyand this crappy little bar with its sweating mirrors and mildewed ceilinghas more love than even natural selectionand dollar for dollar babe - its a better bargainthe more you pay the more it can break you all apartdollars pour like ashes from the patriots hearthe knows that your good time will someday kill himbut the thought of getting old doesn't thrill himhe says give me all your money and don't tell me what you're thinkingI'm the past you wasted I'm the future you're obliteratingLetras de cancionescmon grandpa tell me what you're celebratingthat you're heart heart finally dried upor that it finally stopped working andhow you make a dead man come is the undertakers artmake 'em shine like the alcohol that preserves the patriots heartsee him fade with the dawn and a pile of washington'swith his head in a spin - happy to pass out againhe would rather fade into the static than hear the violinsthat whine like old lovers who whine that they loved himhe would rather laugh alone in the dark with the soft hands of heavenbecause it leaves him alone with his new entertainment systemhe does it for the money but he gives more than hes givenhe does it for the money but he gives more than hes givenand its only when hes naked he feels his heartin the whorehouse desert of the patriots heartwe all want a patriots heart From Letras Mania