New York (Live At Longhorns Ballroom) Lyrics[Intro]
One, two, three, four
[Verse 1]
An imitation from New York
You're made in Japan from cheese and chalk
You're hippie tarts hero 'cause you put on bad show
You put on bad show, oh, don't let it show
[Chorus]
Still out on those pills
Oh, do you remember?
[Verse 2]
Think it's swell playing Max's Kansas
You're looking bored and acting flash
With nothing in your gut, you better keep your mouth shut
Keep your mouth shut, in a rut
[Chorus]
Still out on those pills
Do the sambo
[Verse 3]
Four years on and you look the same
I think about time you changed your brain
You're just a pile of shit, coming to this
You poor little faggot, you're sealed with a kiss
[Interlude]
Oh
Who's a cunt?
[Refrain]
Think it's swell playing in Japan
When everybody knows Japan is a dishpan
You're just a pile of shit, you're coming to this
You poor little faggot, you're sealed with a kiss
[Chorus]
Still out on those pills
Looking for a thrill
Looking for a kiss
Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss
You're looking for a kiss
[Outro]
Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss
Sealed with a kiss
And you're looking for a kiss
Coming to this
It's all the same
Ugh
Oh, dear, boys will be boys
She's okay, she's okay, John
Who can explain to me, friend?
Somebody got hurt