- David Bowie Crack City 歌词
- David Bowie
- Oh, come all you children
Don't grab that scabby hand
It belongs to
Mr. Sniff and
TellIt belongs to the
Candy manDon't whore your little body
The worms of paradise
Like Everest, it's fatal
Its peaks are cold as ice
They're riding on the subway
They're riding on the street
They'll ride you down to the gutter
They'll ride you off your feet
Gonna hit
Crack City
Hit Crack
CityYeah, an' piss on the icon monster
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 butt holes for their brains
You can't keep on riding
The pain you know so well
They'll ride you down to the gutter
Then they'll ride you down to hell
Gonna hit
Crack City
Hit Crack
CityAnd 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-hounds of paranoia
Dance upon your stinking bed
Don't look at me you **** head
This nation's turning blue
Its stink it fouls the highways
Its filth it sticks like glue
Gonna hit
Crack City
Hit Crack
CityThey'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
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
Though I seem to know it well
Gonna hit
Crack City
Hit Crack
CityGonna hit
Crack City
Hit Crack
CityGonna hit
Crack City
Hit Crack
City
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