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New York's a goldmine for Rock City Wankers Pilgrims of sleaze and of noctural pancake Are you a poet, electrical junkie? Or are you just 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 Letras de cancionesYou 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 limousinedream, 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 a no-life, ´til I get highlife I'm gonna have a no-life, Hi-Life is my life From Letras Mania