The Ark - 2005 - State Of The Ark - 02 - Rock City Wankers | Текст песни

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• The Ark - 2005 - State Of The Ark
• 02 - Rock City Wankers

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 till 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
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 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 till 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, HighLife is my life