Eat City Songtext
von The Angels

Drag on a fag, pick up the crumb
All the little insults get too much for some
Fix up your face, harpoon your hair
All the little vanities keep you from despair

Will of iron, will it break?
Freedom from hunger is a piece of cake
Turn on the TV, shoot another smack
Suburban refugees from a calorie attack

Ain′t you got no true love waiting for you?
Ain't you got no true love waiting?
Eat city′s gonna get you

Walk on the street, pack it in your face
The weight, dear doctor, is in the wrong place
Put on the TV, shoot another smack
Suburban refugees from a calorie attack


Ain't you got no true love waiting for you?
Ain't you got no true love waiting?
Eat city′s gonna get you

So bad
(I′m hungry)
Oh, no
You're gonna grow
Grow, grow, grow

Man, how come you′re standin' here?
You take up enough plane for two people
Shake your arse

Drag on a fag, pick up the crumbs
All the little insults get too much for some
Turn on the TV, shoot another smack
Suburban refugees from a calorie attack

Ain′t you got no true love waiting for you?
Ain't you got no true love waiting for you?
Ain′t you got no true love waiting for you?
Ain't you got no true love waiting?
Eat city's gonna get you! Whoa