Patriot's Heart - American Music Club

If you want to see something patriotic there’s a stripper

He don’t that look that good, but he’s got an All-American smile

That fills his underwear with all the lonely dollars

From all the lonely men who no one ever suffers

Who wait around this bar and spend all their lonely hours

They’re already gone, no one’s running for cover

The farther you run away the more you have to hide in the dark

White as the worm that crawls in the patriot’s heart

It is so red white and blue the way he works the bar

Selling his embraces like Mr. President or a fallen star

And he don’t care, babe, if you’re worldly or wise

He’s just looking for men with sin in their eyes

And he always says the same thing, he says

«So how you doin' baby, I’m your rod and your staff

And for a tip you can touch me

And after a few tequilas, I become something holy

In this crappy little bar with its sweating mirrors and its mildewed ceiling

I’m more full of love, yeah, than even natural selection

And dollar for dollar babe, it’s a better bargain

The more you pay the more I can break you all apart.»

And dollars pour like ashes from the patriot’s heart

Now he knows that your good time will kill him

But the thought of getting old, well it does not thrill him

He says «give me all your money and don’t tell me what you’re thinking

I’m the past you wasted, I’m the future you’re obliterating

Well c’mon grandpa, remind me what we’re celebrating

That you’re heart finally dried up, or that it finally stopped working

And how you make a dead man cum, you learned the undertakers art

And make 'em shine like the alcohol that preserves the patriot’s heart

We all want a patriot’s heart

Yeah, give me your patriot’s heart

You can see him fade with the dawn and a pile of washingtons

His head in a spin, he’s happy to pass out again

He would rather fade into the static than hear the violins

That whine like old lovers who whine that they love him

He would rather laugh alone in the dark with his soft hands of heaven

'Cause they leave him alone with his entertainment system

He does it for the money but he gives more than he’s given

He does it for the money but he gives more than he’s given

And it’s only when he’s naked that he feels his heart

In the whorehouse desert of the patriot’s heart

We all want a patriot’s heart

We all want a patriot’s heart