Moldy Peaches, The - New York City's Like A Graveyard lyrics

rate me

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 scrapin'

All the rock stars double datin'

So if you hate me, go on hating

You've been waiting your whole life for this moment to be waitin'

We've got it!! (x4)

All those hookers in their fucking car

Twelve steppin' hippies hangin' out at the bar

Suckers and fuckers and stupid 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