New York City's like graveyard All the corpses like the way I play my guitar You gotta be cute if you wanna get far New York City's like 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 to be waiting
All those hookers in their fucking cars 12 steppin' hippies hangin' out at the bar Suckers and fuckers and stupid retards New York City's like a graveyard
All the yuppies getting married All the yuppies getting buried Singin' in the city's like singin' on the prairie New York City's like a cemetery More from The Moldy Peaches