Rock City Wankers

New York’s a goldmine for Rock City Wankers

Pilgrims of sleaze and of nocturnal pancake

Are you a poet, electrical junkie?

Or are you just a 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

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 limousine-dream, 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 no-life, ’til I get highlife

I’m gonna have a no-life, Hi-Life is my life