NYC's Like a Graveyard Songtext
von The Moldy Peaches

New York City′s like a graveyard
All the corpses like the way I play my guitar
You gotta be cute if you wanna get far
New York City's like a graveyard

All the tombstones skyscraping
All the rockstars double-dating
So if you hate me, go on hating
You′ve been waiting your whole life for this moment to be waiting


We've got it
We've got it
We′ve got it
We′ve got it

All those hookers in their fucking cars
12-steppin' hippies hangin′ out at the bar
Suckers and fuckers and stupid retards
New York City's like a graveyard

We′ve got it
We've got it
We′ve got it
We've got it


All the Yuppies getting married
All the Yuppies getting buried
Singing in the city's like singing on the prairie
New York City′s like a cemetery