Rock City Wankers

New York's a goldmine for Rock City Wankers Pilgrims of sleaze and of nocturnal pancake Are you a poet, electrical junkie? Or are you just a another little rock city wankie? 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 shit So take a good look at me Now, Here's some good advice: Try some manners, f**k-face! (I mean it, baby ) Oh, spare me your sungla*s-protected analysis 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 shit So take a good look at me Now, Here's some good advice: Try some manners, f**k-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 no-life, 'til I get highlife I'm gonna have a no-life, Hi-Life is my life