Letras:
America The Cat

away He was talkin' 'fore I knew it And as he grew he said "I'm gonna be like you, Dad You know I'm gonna be like you" And the cat's in the cradle

Tradução: América. Gato.

Tradução: Pesca de la trucha en América. The Cat Came Back.

Sits at the drum His magic hand Feels nothing but Time Nothing but time My old friend Sits at the drum His magic mind Doesn't feel anything American

this everyday, that's the American Way, shit Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit (Nas: Cause that's the American way) Yeah

your orn'ry sense of humor but if it rains again like it did today I'm gonna have to leave a little bit sooner Got to get me some South America sun

and Cher Over there Yeah America Is Dying Slowly Surely America Is Dying Slowly America Is Dying Slowly remember that! Syndrome, be the resident America

: At breakfast tea, some toast and eggs The TV's on, I'm lying in bed My feet are cold and my cheeks are red I pet my real fat cat Nobody knows my secret

faces, so many devices in the Sweet smile of the talk-show host To the suicide celebrity ghost. That's me, yeah, The ace in the hole of America's soul