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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeCrack City
Oh come all you childrenDon't grab that scabby handIt belongs to Mr. Sniff and TellIt belongs to the candymanDon't whore your little bodiesThe worms of paradiseLike Everest it's fatalIt's peaks are cold as iceThey're riding on the subwaysThey're riding on the streetsThey'll ride you down to the guttersThey'll ride you off your feetGonna hit Crack CityHit Crack CityYeah piss on the icon monstersWhose guitars bequeath you painThey'll face you down to their levelWith their addictions and their fast lanesCorrupt with shaky visionsAnd crack and coke and alcoholThey're just a bunch of assholesWith buttholes for their brainsYou can't keep on ridingPain you know so wellThey'll ride you down to the gutterAnd they ride you down to hellGonna hit Crack CityHit Crack CityAnd you the master dealerMay death be on your browMay razors slash your mainlineI'm calling you out right nowMay all your vilest nightmaresConsume your shrunken headMay the ho-ho-hoounds of paranoiaDance upon your stinking bedDon't look at me you fuckheadThis nation's turning blueIt's stink it fouls the highwaysIt's filth it sticks like glueHit Crack CityHit Crack CityHit Carck CityThey'll bury you in velvetAnd place you undergroundThe hatred of yourselfAnd the sufferings that conspireTo take your little body and throw it to thefoolsAnd the hounds that rip your fleshOnly your mind can take you out of thisOnly your mind or deathI'm riding on the subwayThe subway down to hellI've finished with this journeyOh I seem to know it wellOh Gonna hit Crack CityHit Crack CityHit Crack CityHit Crack CityHit Crack CityYeah
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