New York City's Like a Graveyard Songtext

von Moldy Peaches

New York City's like a graveyard...

New York City's like a graveyard
All the corpses like the way I play my guitar
You've gotta be cute if you wanna get far
New York City's like a graveyard

All the tombstones sky scraping
All the rock stars double dating
So if you hate me go on hating
You've been waiting your whole life for this moment to be waiting

We've got it (x4)

All those hookers in their fuckin cars
Twelve steppin hippies hangin out at the bars
Suckers and fuckers and stupin retards
New York City's like a graveyard

We've got it (x4)

All the yuppies getting married
All the yuppies getting buried
Singing in this city's like singing on the prairie
New York City's like a cemetary