Ark - Rock City Wankers Lyrics
New York's a goldmine for Rock City WankersPilgrims of sleaze and of noctural pancakeAre 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 outThen 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 veinOh no! (Does it make you think you've got)The blood of Thunders in your brainYou ought to knowJust because you're full of itIt doesn't mean that you're the shitSo take a good look at meNow, Here's some good advice:Try some manners, *****-face!(I mean it, baby...)Oh, spare me your sunglass-protected analysisElegant vices - midlife crisisWe wanna go wanna see Ligeti-Ligeti, Yeah!Gonna slip outta here in your limousinedream, said Yeah!Oh no! You put a spike into your veinOh no! (Does it make you think you've got)The blood of Thunders in your brainYou ought to know: Just because you're full of itIt doesn't mean that you're the shitSo take a good look at meNow, Here's some good advice:Try some manners, *****-face!I'm gonna have a no-life-low-life 'til I get outThen I get Highlife -O-o-oh!I'm gonna have a no-life, 'til I get highlifeI'm gonna have a no-life, Hi-Life is my life
