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Text: John Mellencamp. Melting Pot.

I met my girl
She was livin' in the melting pot
I touched her skin
It was greasy from the melting pot

Get yourself a weapon
'Cause they slice you up, in the melting pot
Well, I don't really have time to talk
But, I wish you lots of luck, in the melting pot

And in the end it's always just some game
The heartbreak, the laughter has all been in vain
Beat up and lied too, for your whole life
Kick you in the head, in the melting pot

The hawks live upstairs
Where the air is clean, in the melting pot
They like to swoop down
And gnaw on your brain, in the melting pot

Money, sex and power
Jerk you off, in the back seat of the melting pot
Then they say, I saw you last night
And sure you were looking sweet, in the melting pot

And in the end it's always just some game
Your heartbreak, the laughter has all been in vain
Beat up and lied too, for your whole life
Wanna kick you in the head, in the melting pot

Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey

And I could buy you off
If they possibly can, in the melting pot
With temptation and dreams and persuasion
That's what they got, in the melting pot

Keep you bleedin', beggin' and snotty here
In the melting pot
Well, don't you dare laugh out loud
Take away what you got, in the melting pot

And in the end it's always just some game
Your heartbreak, the laughter has all been in vain
Beat up and lied too, for your whole life
Kick you in the head, in, in, in the melting pot

Hey, hey hey hey
Hey, hey hey hey
Hey, hey hey hey
Hey, hey hey
Hey hey hey
Hey