Tragic City Lyrics

Something For Rockets Tragic City

I know you so well like a sibling with fear
Keep it undercover to disguise your own tears
Nights in Manhattan in an alphabet light
Only seeing double through predictable eyes
I like to ask about your other men
To see what you might say and can I be one of them
Then you laugh as if to pretend
You don’t know what I’m thinking when we get into bead

I’m the darling of the Tragic City
I don’t want you but I know you want me
Sugar mama in a loft on Crosby
Be my lady, be my lady for free

Everyone’s got that thing and girl I’ve got mine
No I never go out till the end of the night
Everyone’s got that thing and girl I’ve got mine
No I never go out till the end of the night
Take some more pills and drink some more wine
But no you’ll never see me till the end of the night
Everyone’s got that thing and girl I’ve got mine
No I never go out till the end of the night

I’m the darling of the Tragic City
I don’t want you but I know you want me
Sugar mama in a loft on Crosby
Be my lady, be my lady for free