Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No New York, artist - Ceschi. Date of issue: 20.06.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No New York |
| Poor big baby |
| You poor sad fucking baby |
| Poor poor poor poor |
| (cry me a river) |
| Clichés are changing |
| Now there’s nothing kitsch about you |
| You’re just a leather face with a hard cock |
| Blowing lines in a punk club bathroom |
| Dreaming of 1966 bitches |
| The way they flocked to your dick and riches |
| Like a pack of dogs in a fried chicken kitchen |
| Now they’re moms and leaders |
| Gone with the wind |
| And you’re just gonorrhea |
| A fraud and a peon |
| That never went beyond |
| Your own ego |
| When the g’s turn to c-notes |
| You can just sit and wait for the lesser of 6 million evils |
| This is not New York |
| This is not a sold out crowd |
| I am not a water boy |
| I am not your conscience |
| Good Grizzly God |
| Tell me this is not what I’ll become |
| Because i can barely stand the backstage stench of cum |
| That’s dried on tagged couches |
| And if I see another cock and balls drawn on this green room wall then i might |
| quit |
| We slept in cold sweat across the Midwest |
| Playing metal shows for drunken whores in clown suits who couldn’t care less |
| Lost girlfriends and jobs |
| All for the love of a song |
| All for the 15 minute moment of glory that’s now gone |
| Paid with fried cheese and bad beer, and I don’t drink beer |
| We grew beards in those European vans |
| Where fruit flies fluttered on farm fresh pears |
| And dead deer diaries began (peace to 2mex) |
| So wrap yourself in the skin of frozen bison |
| To protect that pretty face from the ice wind |
| We try to win but we’re just humans with vices and sins |
| And time is spread thin |
| Like birthday cake icing |
| I tried to tell you backstage |
| But the women got in the way |
| And the drugs had already hit your brain |
| I wanted to tell you backstage |
| I tried to tell you backstage |
| But the women got in the way |
| And the drugs had already hit your brain |
| When they reminisce over you |
| And speak as if your life is through |
| It just might be true |
| (Pete Rock and CL Smooth) |
| I tried to tell you in the van but I couldn’t focus on anything cause you were |
| shaking hands |
| Tried to tell backstage |
| Tried to tell you in the van |
| I tried to tell you in the hotel room but it’s tough to talk when everybody’s |
| around |
| Couldn’t remember the words to those songs and everything that I was thinking |
| would just come out wrong |