We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when. Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend, which came as some surprise. I spoke into his eyes, "I thought you died alone a long long time ago." "Oh no, not me, I never lost control. You're face to face with the man who sold the world." I laughed, and shook his hand, and made my way back home. I searched for form and land, for years and years I roamed. I gazed a gazely stare. And all the millions here, we must have died alone a long long time ago. Who knows, not me. We never lost control. "You're face to face with the man who sold the world." Jonny's in America. No tricks at the wheel. No one needs anyone, they don't even just pretend. Jonny's in America. Jonny wants a brain. Jonny wants to suck on a Coke. Jonny wants a woman. Jonny wants to think of a joke. Jonny's in America. Jonny's in America. Jonny looks up at the stars. Jonny combs his hair down, and Jonny wants pussy in cars. Jonny's in America. I'm afraid of Americans. I'm afraid of the world. I'm afraid I can't help it. I'm afraid I can't... I'm afraid of the words. I'm afraid I can't help it. I'm afraid I can't. I'm afraid of Americans. Jonny's an American.