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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