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NYC's Like a Graveyard lyrics
New York City's like a graveyard
All the corpses like the way I play my guitar
You've gotta be cute if you wanna get far
New York City's like a graveyard
All the tombstones skyscrapin'
All the rockstars double datin'
So if you hate me go on hating
You've been waiting your whole life for this moment 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 car
Twelve 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
Singing in the city's like singing on the prairie
New York City's like a cemetery
Part of these releases
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- Track 18 on Moldy Peaches
- 17 Lazy Confessions
- 19 Goodbye Song
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- Track 32 on Moldy Peaches 2000: Unreleased Cutz & Live Jamz
- 31 Steak For Chicken
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