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Crack city
(
David Bowie )
Oh come all you children
Don't grab that scabby hand
It belongs to Mr. Sniff and Tell
It belongs to the candyman
Don't whore your little bodies
The worms of paradise
Like Everest it's fatal
It's peaks are cold as ice
They're riding on the subways
They're riding on the streets
They'll ride you down to the gutters
They'll ride you off your feet
Gonna hit Crack City
Hit Crack City
Yeah piss on the icon monsters
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 buttholes for their brains
You can't keep on riding
Pain you know so well
They'll ride you down to the gutter
And they ride you down to hell
Gonna hit Crack City
Hit Crack City
And 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-hoounds of paranoia
Dance upon your stinking bed
Don't look at me you fuckhead
This nation's turning blue
It's stink it fouls the highways
It's filth it sticks like glue
Hit Crack City
Hit Crack City
Hit Carck City
They'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
And the hounds that rip your flesh
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
Oh I seem to know it well
Oh Gonna hit Crack City
Hit Crack City
Hit Crack City
Hit Crack City
Hit Crack City
Yeah
Hit Crack City
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