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New York City's Like A Graveyard
The Moldy Peaches Lyrics
New York City's Like A Graveyard Lyrics
New York City's Like A Graveyard by The Moldy Peaches
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 scr*pin'
All the rock stars double datin'
So if you hate me, go on hating
You've been waiting your whole life for this moment to be waitin'
We've got it!! (x4)
All those hookers in their f**king car
Twelve steppin' hippies hangin' out at the bar
Suckers and f**kers and stupid retards
New York City's like a graveyard
We've got it!! (x4)
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
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