Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Back In N.Y.C., artist - Kevin Gilbert. Date of issue: 16.07.2007
Song language: English
Back In N.Y.C. |
| I see faces and traces of home |
| Back in New York City, you’re home |
| So you think I’m a tough kid, is that what you heard? |
| Well, I like to see some action and it gets into my blood |
| They call me the trail blazer, Rael electric razor |
| I’m the pitcher in the chain gang, we don’t believe in pain |
| 'Cos we’re only as strong |
| Yes we’re only as strong |
| As the weakest link in the chain |
| Let me out of Pontiac when I was just seventeen |
| I had to get it out of me |
| If you know what I mean, what I mean |
| You say, I must be crazy, 'cos I don’t care who I hit, who I hit |
| But I know it’s me that’s hitting out, and I’m, I’m not full of shit |
| I don’t care who I hurt, I don’t care who I do wrong |
| This is your mess, I’m stuck in, I really don’t belong |
| When I take out my bottle filled up high with gasoline |
| You can tell by the night fires |
| Where Rael has been, has been |
| As I cuddled the porcupine |
| He said, I had none to blame, but me |
| Held my heart, deep in hair |
| Time to shave, shave it off, it off |
| No time for romantic escape |
| When your fluffy heart is ready for rape, no |
| No time for romantic escape |
| When your fluffy heart is ready for rape, no |
| No time for romantic escape |
| When your fluffy heart is ready for rape, no |
| Off we go, off we go, off we go, off we go |
| You’re sitting in your comfort, you don’t believe I’m real |
| You cannot buy protection from the way that I feel |
| Your progressive hypocrites hand out their trash |
| But it was mine in the first place, so I’ll burn it to ash |
| And I’ve tasted all the strongest meats |
| And laid them down on colored sheets |
| Laid them down on colored sheets |
| Who needs illusion of love and affection |
| When you’re out walking in the streets |
| With your mainline connection, connection |
| As I cuddle the porcupine |
| He said, I had none to blame, but me |
| Held my heart, deep in hair |
| Time to shave, shave it off, it off |
| No time for romantic escape |
| When your fluffy heart is ready for rape, no |
| No time for romantic escape |
| When your fluffy heart is ready for rape, no |
| No time for romantic escape |
| When your fluffy heart is ready for rape |
| No time |