Rock City Wankers by Ark
Rock City Wankers lyrics
New York�s a goldmine for Rock City Wankers
Pilgrims of sleaze and of nocturnal pancake
Are you a poet, electrical junkie?
Or are you just a another little rock city wankie?
Saying: �I�m gonna have a no-life, low-life �til I get out
Then I get highlife O-o-oh.
Hope they stare at me while the vicodine is kicking in, kicking in��
Oh no! You put a spike into your vein
Oh no! (Does it make you think you�ve got)
The blood of Thunders in your brain
You ought to know: Just because you�re full of it
It doesn�t mean that you�re the shit
So take a good look at me
Now, Here�s some good advice:
Try some manners, fuck-face!
(I mean it, baby�)
Oh, spare me your sunglass-protected analysis
Elegant vices � midlife crisis
We wanna go wanna see Ligeti-Ligeti, Yeah!
Gonna slip outta here in your limousine-dream, said Yeah!
Oh no! You put a spike into your vein
Oh no! (Does it make you think you�ve got)
The blood of Thunders in your brain
You ought to know: Just because you�re full of it
It doesn�t mean that you�re the shit
So take a good look at me
Now, Here�s some good advice:
Try some manners, fuck-face!
I�m gonna have a no-life-low-life �til I get out
Then I get Highlife -O-o-oh!
I�m gonna have no-life, �til I get highlife
I�m gonna have a no-life, Hi-Life is my life
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