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

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

Sick, sick, sick, sick city

Sick, sick, sick, sick city

Sick, sick, sick, sick city

Sick, sick, sick, sick city, sick city