United States of Whatever by Liam Lynch

I went down to the beach and saw Kiki
She was, like, all "ehhhh"
And I was, like, "whatever!"

Then this chick comes up to me and she's all, like,
"Hey, aren't you that dude?"
And I'm, like, "yeah, whatever!"

So later I'm at the pool hall
And this girl comes up
And she's, like, "awww"
And I'm, like, "yeah, whatever!"

Cause this is my
United States of Whatever!
And this is my
United States of Whatever!
And this is my
United States of Whatever!

And then it's three A.M.
And I'm on the corner, wearing my leather
This dude comes up and he's, like, "hey, punk!"
I'm, like, "yeah, whatever!"

Then I'm throwing dice in the alley
Officer Leroy comes up and he's, like,
"Hey, I thought I told you..."
And I'm, like, "yeah, whatever!"

And then up comes Zafo
I'm, like, "yo, Zafo. What's up?"
He's, like, "nothin'"
And I'm, like, "that's cool."

Cause this is my
United States of Whatever!
And this is my
United States of Whatever!

WHATEVES

Over and Over and Over by Jack White

The Sisyphean dreamer
My fibula and femur
Hold the weight of the world
(Over and over)
I think, therefore I die
Anxiety and I, rolling down a mountain
(Over and over)

My shoulder holds the weight of the world

Yeah, the wind is blowing
Volcanoes blowing, my lungs are blowing
(Over and over)
Who could not win the mistress, wooed the maid
With no sign of a grave
(Over and over)
(Over and over)
(Oh yeah)

Hollow body
Wine belly perfidy
Move like Isotta Fraschini
(Over and over)
The rock 'n' roller, the young and older
Rolling back to the stroller
(Over and over)

And although you warned me
The gods have all scorned me now

The wind is blowing
Volcanoes blowing, my lungs are blowing
(Over and over)
Who could not win the mistress, wooed the maid
With no sign of a grave
(Over and over)
(Over and over)

(Over and over)

And I'm punished for the passion
Only telling 'cause you're asking
And I'm a glutton for the tasking

And the lovers are drowning
And they're never gonna find 'em
'Cause theirs ego's gonna blind 'em
(Over and over)

Woo!

Yeah, my shoulder on a boulder
Holds the weight of the world
(Yeah)

Oh, the wind is blowing
Volcanoes blowing, my lungs are blowing
(Over and over)
Who could not win the mistress, wooed the maid
With no sign of a grave
(Over and over)

My shoulder holds the weight of the world
(Over and over)
(Over and over)

The Sisyphean dreamer
My fibula and femur
Hold the weight of the world
(Over and over)
I think, therefore I die
Anxiety and I, rolling down a mountain
(Over and over)
(Over and over)

And although you've warned me
The gods have all scorned me now

THERE'S LOTS OF STUFF THAT HAPPENS OVER AND OVER AND OVER... FOR INSTANCE... ABOUT ONCE OR TWICE A YEAR I HAVE A NIGHTMARE THAT I AM SOMEHOW IN THE TRAINING CENTER FOR ANOTHER MISSION... I AM LAYING IN MY BUNK THINKING, AS I DID ON THE FIRST NIGHT OF MY REAL MISSION, WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING HERE? HOW DO I GET OUT OF THIS? MY MISSION WAS 25 YEARS AGO... IT APPARENTLY STILL FILLS MY SUBCONSCIENCE WITH HORROR.

Young Americans by David Bowie

They pulled in just behind the bridge
He lays her down, he frowns
"Gee my life's a funny thing, am I
still too young?"
He kissed her then and there
She took his ring, took his babies
It took him minutes, took her nowhere
Heaven knows, she'd have taken anything, but

[CHORUS (She)]
All night
She wants the young American
Young American, young American, she wants the young American
All right
She wants the young American

Scanning life through the picture
window
She finds the slinky vagabond
He coughs as he passes her Ford
Mustang, but
Heaven forbid, she'll take anything
But the freak, and his type, all for
nothing
He misses a step and cuts his hand, but
Showing nothing, he swoops like a song
She cries "Where have all Papa's heroes gone?"

[CHORUS (She)]
All the way from Washington
Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor
We live for just these twenty years
Do we have to die for the fifty more?"

[CHORUS (HE)]
All night
He wants the young American
Young American, young American,
he wants the young American
All right
He wants the young American

Do you remember, your President Nixon?
Do you remember, the bills you have to pay?
Or even yesterday?
Have been the un-American?
Just you and your idol sing falsetto
'bout Leather, leather everywhere, and
Not a myth left from the ghetto
Well, well, well, would you carry a razor
In case, just in case of depression?
Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors
Blushing at all the afro-Sheeners
Ain't that close to love?
Well, ain't that poster love?
Well, it ain't that Barbie doll
Her hearts have been broken just like you

[CHORUS (YOU)]
All night
You want the young American
Young American, young American, you want the young American
All right
You want the young American

You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler
A pimp's got a Cadi and a lady got a Chrysler
Black's got respect, and white's got his soul train
Mama's got cramps, and look at your hands ache
(I heard the news today, oh boy)
I got a suite and you got defeat
Ain't there a man who can say no more?
And, ain't there a woman I can
sock on the jaw?
And, ain't there a child I can hold without judging?
Ain't there a pen that will write before they die?
Ain't you proud that you've still got faces?
Ain't there one damn song that can make me
break down and cry?

[CHORUS (I) (repeat 3 times ad lib)]
All night
I want the young American
Young American, young American, I want the young American
All right
I want the young American

I USED TO BE A YOUNG AMERICAN... NOW I AM A MIDDLE-AGED AMERICAN... THEN I WILL BE AN OLD AMERICAN... THEN I WILL BE A DEAD AMERICAN...