Spacehog - Crack City lyrics

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(Live at Coney Island High, NYC; David Bowie)

Oh come all you children

Don't grab that scabby hand

It belongs to Mr. Sniff and Tell

It belongs to the candyman

Don't whore your little bodies

To the worms of paradise

Like Everest it's fatal

Its peaks are cold as ice

They're riding on the subways

They're riding on the streets

They'll ride you down to the gutters

They'll ride you off your feet

Gonna hit Crack City

Hit Crack City

Piss on the icon monsters

Whose guitars bequeath you pain

They'll face you down to their level

With their addictions and their fast lanes

Corrupt with shaky visions

And crack and coke and alcohol

They're just a bunch of assholes

With buttholes for their brains

You can't keep on riding

The pain you know too well

They'll ride you down to the gutter

They'll ride you down to hell

Gonna hit Crack City

Hit Crack City

And you the master dealer

May death be on your brow

May razors slash your mainline

I'm calling you out right now

May all your vilest nightmares

Consume your shrunken head

May the ho-ho-hoounds of paranoia

Dance upon your stinking bed

Don't look at me you fuckhead

This nation's turning blue

Its stink it fouls the highways

Its filth it sticks like glue

Gonna hit Crack City

Hit Crack City

They'll bury you in velvet

And we'll place you underground

With the hatred of yourself

And the sufferings that conspire

To take your little body And throw it to the fools

Only your mind can take you out of this

Only your mind can prove

I'm riding on the subway

The subway down to hell

I'll see you on my journey

See you bid me well

Gonna hit Crack City

Hit Crack City