The Ex-Americans

Somebody got accused of something
 Somebody killed somebody's name
 The wedding bands are all booked solid
 And the former independents sound the same
 They moved the protest out from the seaside
 Back from the Motor Inn
 Who is gonna rock for the prisoners at the protest?
 It's the ex-Americans
 Not the holier house band
 Not The Stranglers and The Cramps
 Not the gay holiday singers
 But the Ex-Americans
 Ex-Americans
 Ex-Americans, oh yeah
 Ex-Americans
 Ex-Americans, oh yeah
 At the pool side, I see her
 Getting sun with her old man
 Fueled by the sex of injustice
 And wiggling to the beats of the Ex-Americans
 Could I drink free to what you believe in
 Or until I get myself a tan?
 Who could love me so white and so loaded?
 Miss Ex-American
 Not Miss California
 Not Miss Former Hotel Local #1
 Not Miss June, your city thighs with those statutory eyes
 But Miss Ex-American
 Ex-American
 Ex-American, oh yeah
 Ex-American
 Ex-American, oh yeah
 They're not Californian
 But they love their sun
 They're not New York, New York, New York, New York
 But they're sure what they shove
 They're not Hammond, Indiana
 Or Waukegan, Illinois
 They're not Californian
 They're the ex-Americans
 Ex-Americans
 Ex-Americans, oh yeah
 Ex-Americans
 Ex-Americans, oh yeah
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