| Oh come all you children
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| Don’t grab that scabby hand
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| It belongs to Mr. Sniff and Tell
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| It belongs to the candyman
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| Don’t whore your little bodies
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| To the worms of paradise
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| Like Everest it’s fatal
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| Its peaks are cold as ice
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| They’re riding on the subways
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| They’re riding on the streets
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| They’ll ride you down to the gutters
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| They’ll ride you off your feet
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| Gonna hit Crack City
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| Hit Crack City
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| Piss on the icon monsters
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| Whose guitars bequeath you pain
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| They’ll face you down to their level
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| With their addictions and their fast lanes
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| Corrupt with shaky visions
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| And crack and coke and alcohol
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| They’re just a bunch of assholes
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| With buttholes for their brains
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| You can’t keep on riding
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| The pain you know too well
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| They’ll ride you down to the gutter
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| They’ll ride you down to hell
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| Gonna hit Crack City
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| Hit Crack City
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| And you the master dealer
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| May death be on your brow
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| May razors slash your mainline
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| I’m calling you out right now
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| May all your vilest nightmares
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| Consume your shrunken head
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| May the ho-ho-hoounds of paranoia
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| Dance upon your stinking bed
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| Don’t look at me you f**khead
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| This nation’s turning blue
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| Its stink it fouls the highways
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| Its filth it sticks like glue
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| Gonna hit Crack City
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| Hit Crack City
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| They’ll bury you in velvet
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| And we’ll place you underground
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| With the hatred of yourself
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| And the sufferings that conspire
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| To take your little body And throw it to the fools
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| Only your mind can take you out of this
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| Only your mind can prove
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| I’m riding on the subway
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| The subway down to hell
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| I’ll see you on my journey
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| See you bid me well
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| Gonna hit Crack City
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| Hit Crack City |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Crack City , by - Tin Machine. Song from the album Tin Machine, in the genre Иностранный рок