Lyrics David Holmes

David Holmes

Sick City

Everyone I see's

Diseased or broken

Holes in their arms

They got cocaine eyes

Self mutilation

Is self surveillance

Wanna get to heaven

You gotta die

Here she comes

Here she comes

She's crawled out of a garbage can

Here she comes

Here she comes

She's gonna waste another man

Ah sick city

Gonna be the death of me

Ah sick city

Gonna be my death, gonna be the death of me

Little Johnny Junk's

A subway pilot

He'll knife you in the head

For Chinese rock

Catch a falling spike

Ride a silver rocket

Score a body bag deal

From the Vietcong

Here she comes

Here she comes

She's crawled out of a garbage can

Here she comes

Here she comes

She's gonna waste another man

Ah sick city

Gonna be the death of me

Ah sick city

Gonna be my death, gonna be the death of me

Your meat on a hook

In your own snuff movie

Tortue loop hallucination

Nerves spliced

No innoculation

From the viral programme

There's spiders in your mouth

Shoot insecticide!

Here she comes

Here she comes

She's crawled out of a garbage can

Here she comes

Here she comes

Gonna waste another man

Ah sick city

Gonna be the death of me

Ah sick city

Gonna be my death, gonna be the death of me

SICK SICK SICK

SICK CITY

SICK SICK SICK

SICK CITY

SICK SICK SICK

SICK CITY

SICK SICK SICK

SICK CITY

SICK CITY