Pink Houses — текст песни (John Mellencamp)

There`s a black man with a black cat livin` in a black neighborhood
He`s got an interstate runnin` through his front yard
You know he thinks that he`s got it so good
And there`s a woman in the kitchen cleanin` up the evenin` slop
And he looks at her and says, Hey darlin`, I can remember when
you could stop a clock.

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Oh but ain`t that America for you and me
Ain`t that America somethin` to see baby
Ain`t that America home of the free
Little pink houses for you and me

There`s a young man in a t-shirt
Listenin` to a rockin` rollin` station
He`s got greasy hair, greasy smile
He says, Lord this must be my destination.
`Cause they told me when I was younger
Boy you`re gonna be president.
But just like everything else those old crazy dreams
Just kinda came and went

CHORUS

Well there`s people and more people
What do they know know know
Go to work in some high rise
And vacation down at the Gulf of Mexico
Ooh yeah
And ther`s winners and there`s losers
But they ain`t no big deal
`Cause the simple man baby pays for the thrills, the bills,
the pills that kill

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