Ark - Rock City Wankers lyrics

New York's a goldmine for Rock City wa*kers Pilgrims of sleaze and of nocturnal pancake Are you a poet, electrical junkie? Or are you just another little rock city wa*kie? 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 sh** So take a good look at me Now, here's some good advice: Try some manners, f**-face! (I mean it, baby...) Oh, spare me your sungla**-protected an*lysis 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 sh** So take a good look at me Now, here's some good advice: Try some manners, f**-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, low-life 'til I get highlife I'm gonna have a no-life, High-life is my life