Album Name : State of the Ark
Release Date : 2010-11-30
Song Duration : 4:10
Ark Rock City Wankers
New York’s a goldmine for Rock City Wankers
Pilgrims of sleaze and of nocturnal pancake
Are you a poet, electrical junkie?
Or are you just a another little rock city wankie?
Saying: ”I’m gonna have a no-life, low-life ’til I get out
Then I get highlife O-o-oh.
Hope they stare at me while the vicodine is kicking in, kicking in…”
Oh no! You put a spike into your vein
Oh no! (Does it make you think you’ve got)
The blood of Thunders in your brain
You ought to know: Just because you’re full of it
It doesn’t mean that you’re the shit
So take a good look at me
Now, Here’s some good advice:
Try some manners, f..ck-face!
(I mean it, baby…)
Oh, spare me your sunglass-protected analysis
Elegant vices – midlife crisis
We wanna go wanna see Ligeti-Ligeti, Yeah!
Gonna slip outta here in your limousine-dream, said Yeah!
Oh no! You put a spike into your vein
Oh no! (Does it make you think you’ve got)
The blood of Thunders in your brain
You ought to know: Just because you’re full of it
It doesn’t mean that you’re the shit
So take a good look at me
Now, Here’s some good advice:
Try some manners, f..ck-face!
I’m gonna have a no-life-low-life ’til I get out
Then I get Highlife -O-o-oh!
I’m gonna have no-life, ’til I get highlife
I’m gonna have a no-life, Hi-Life is my life
