Rock City Wankers - The Ark

New York’s a goldmine for Rock City Wankers

Pilgrims of sleaze and of nocturnal pancake

Are you a poet, electrical junkie?

Or are you just another little rock city wankie?

Saying: I’m gonna have a no-life, low-life 'til I get out

Then I get highlife O-o-oh

Hope they stare at me while the vicodine is kicking in, kicking in…

Oh no!

You put a spike into your vein

Oh no!

(Does it make you think you’ve got)

The blood of thunders in your brain

You ought to know

Just because you’re full of it

It doesn’t mean that you’re the shit

So take a good look at me

Now, here’s some good advice:

Try some manners, fuck-face!

(I mean it, baby…)

Oh, spare me your sunglass-protected analysis

Elegant vices — midlife crisis

We wanna go wanna see Ligeti-Ligeti, Yeah!

Gonna slip outta here in your limousine-dream, said Yeah!

Oh no!

You put a spike into your vein

Oh no!

(Does it make you think you’ve got)

The blood of thunders in your brain

You ought to know

Just because you’re full of it

It doesn’t mean that you’re the shit

So take a good look at me

Now, here’s some good advice:

Try some manners, fuck-face!

I’m gonna have a no-life, low-life 'til I get out

Then I get highlife O-o-oh

I’m gonna have a no-life, low-life 'til I get highlife

I’m gonna have a no-life, High-life is my life