Living in the city can be a gas if you know what you do and watch your ass when the pusher man comes up in your face ignorance is bliss but just in case he tries to stand in your way tell him no thank you have a nice day ’cause you don’t want him to get mad the result of a confrontation could be sad for you so just go along your way
and when you cross the street make sure to pray ’cause the taxi drivers can get real crazy and the cops they sometimes get hazy while they sniff that coke off the dash, And then crash oh my god another mistake now you’re flat just like a pancake
now when you make it to the other side of the street the one-armed beggar man with no shoes on his feet will ask you for a nickel or a dime to get some coffee or a bottle of wine that’s when you give it up there’s another on his way
another sucka is born everyday another sucka, another sad sucka another sucker, is born everyday
Pitch man in his Mercedes stops at the light all of the ladies are looking real sexy trying to impress they are the best I like the ones in the coffee houses the way they give sloppy jobs through my trousers they get hot drink decaf then they’re off
so I guess I’ll spend another night with your wife go back home pick up the phone and have your phone sex the next best thing to being there ’til I get my bill oh well yeah it was a thrill While it lasted, but now you better turn up the stereo and blast it to try and drown out the sound of my neighbors getting nasty
another sucka, another sad sucka another sucka, is born everyday
But still I like the city in the summertime Thrash gods wailing, they got me feeling fine You see the brother lookin’ like a broomstick Once looked slick But he wouldn’t put a rubber on his dick Now his life’s an open sore And all his fine clothes they don’t fit him no more His body’s at the tailor bein’ fitted for a suit for a noisy celebration
another sucka, another sad sucka another sucka, is born everyday