The Moldy Peaches - Nyc's Like A Graveyard

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New York City’s like a graveyard
All the corpses like the way I play my guitar
You’ve gotta be cute if you wanna get far
New York City’s like a graveyard
All the tombstones—sky scraping
All the rock stars 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 car
Twelve stepping hippies hanging 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 this city’s like singing on the prairie
New York City’s like a cemetary