Oh, come all you children Don't grab that scabby hand It belongs to Mr. Sniff and TellIt belongs to the Candy manDon't whore your little body The worms of paradise Like Everest, it's fatal Its peaks are cold as ice They're riding on the subway They're riding on the street They'll ride you down to the gutter They'll ride you off your feet Gonna hit Crack City Hit Crack CityYeah, an' piss on the icon monster Whose guitars bequeath you pain They'll face you down to their level With their addictions and their fast lanes Corrupt with shaky visions And crack and coke and alcohol They're just a bunch of assholes With butt holes for their brains You can't keep on riding The pain you know so well They'll ride you down to the gutter Then they'll ride you down to hell Gonna hit Crack City Hit Crack CityAnd you the master dealer May death be on your brow May razors slash your mainline I'm calling you out right now May all your vilest nightmares Consume your shrunken head May the ho-ho-hounds of paranoia Dance upon your stinking bed Don't look at me you **** head This nation's turning blue Its stink it fouls the highways Its filth it sticks like glue Gonna hit Crack City Hit Crack CityThey'll bury you in velvet And place you underground The hatred of yourself And the sufferings that conspire To take your little body And throw it to the fools Only your mind can take you out of this Only your mind or death I'm riding on the subway The subway down to hell I've finished with this journey Though I seem to know it well Gonna hit Crack City Hit Crack CityGonna hit Crack City Hit Crack CityGonna hit Crack City Hit Crack City
Oh, come all you children Don't grab that scabby hand It belongs to Mr. Sniff and TellIt belongs to the Candy manDon't whore your little body The worms of paradise Like Everest, it's fatal Its peaks are cold as ice They're riding on the subway They're riding on the street They'll ride you down to the gutter They'll ride you off your feet Gonna hit Crack City Hit Crack CityYeah, an' piss on the icon monster Whose guitars bequeath you pain They'll face you down to their level With their addictions and their fast lanes Corrupt with shaky visions And crack and coke and alcohol They're just a bunch of assholes With butt holes for their brains You can't keep on riding The pain you know so well They'll ride you down to the gutter Then they'll ride you down to hell Gonna hit Crack City Hit Crack CityAnd you the master dealer May death be on your brow May razors slash your mainline I'm calling you out right now May all your vilest nightmares Consume your shrunken head May the ho-ho-hounds of paranoia Dance upon your stinking bed Don't look at me you **** head This nation's turning blue Its stink it fouls the highways Its filth it sticks like glue Gonna hit Crack City Hit Crack CityThey'll bury you in velvet And place you underground The hatred of yourself And the sufferings that conspire To take your little body And throw it to the fools Only your mind can take you out of this Only your mind or death I'm riding on the subway The subway down to hell I've finished with this journey Though I seem to know it well Gonna hit Crack City Hit Crack CityGonna hit Crack City Hit Crack CityGonna hit Crack City Hit Crack City
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