New York City's like graveyard
All the corpses like the way I play my guitar
You gotta be cute if you wanna get far
New York City's like 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 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 cars
12 steppin' hippies hangin' 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
Singin' in the city's like singin' on the prairie
New York City's like a cemetery
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