paroles de chanson City - Primal Scream

I'm drunk, dude
Want it back

Everyone I see is siseased or broken
Holes in their arms, they got cocaine eyes
Self mutilation is self surveillance
Wanna get to heaven, you gotta die

Here she comes, here she comes
She's crawled out of a garbage can
Here she comes, here she comes
She's gonna waste another man

Oh, sick city
Gonna be the death of me
Oh, sick city
Gonna be my death, gonna be the death of me

Little Johnny Junk's a subway pilot
He'll knife you in the head for Chinese rock
Catch a falling spike, ride a silver rocket
Score a body bag deal from the Vietcong

Here she comes, here she comes
She's crawled out of a garbage can
Here she comes, here she comes
She's gonna waste another man

Oh, sick city
Gonna be the death of me
Oh, sick city
Gonna be my death, gonna be the death of me

Your meat is on a hook
In your own snuff movie
Tortue loop hallucination, nerves spliced
No innoculation from the viral programme
There's spiders in your mouth, shoot insecticide!

Here she comes, here she comes
She's crawled out of a garbage can
Here she comes, here she comes
Gonna waste another man

Oh, sick city
Gonna be the death of me
Oh, sick city
Is gnna be my death, gonna be the death of me

Sick, sick, sick
Sick city
Sick, sick, sick
Sick city
Sick, sick, sick
Sick city
Sick, sick, sick
Sick city, sick city