Well I woke up in a city with clear blue skies and wide boulevards and green trees
And lots of clean polished people wearing suits
Carrying yoga mats off to buy artisanal pastry
And I'm wondering wearing the hid all the junkies
And I'm wondering wear they hid all the drunks
And I'm looking for an all night diner
That serves up some hash and eggs for a buck
Sometimes I need a city to spit in
The kind of place I really can live in
Sometimes I need a city to spit in, but
I can't spit in this city
Well theres no red lights down in the district
And no brown paper bags on the stoop
And all the bars on this street are shilling small batch crap
To overdressed upward professional youths
And I'm wondering where the stashed all the bodies
And I'm wondering where they hid all the porn
And I'm waiting for a man with a dime store watch who shows up about a quarter to four
Sometimes I need a city to spit in
Where the liquors poured at 6am and
All the makeups running down to your chin and
I can't spit in this city
Sometimes I need a city to spit in
With the gutters that I can sit in sin in
With the rats digging down in the bins and
I can't spit in this city
Babbling April - City To Spit In Lyrics
Babbling April - City To Spit In Lyrics
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Well I woke up in a city with clear blue skies and wide boulevards and green trees
And lots of clean polished people wearing suits
Carrying yoga mats off to buy artisanal pastry
And I'm wondering wearing the hid all the junkies
And I'm wondering wear they hid all the drunks
And I'm looking for an all night diner
That serves up some hash and eggs for a buck
Sometimes I need a city to spit in
The kind of place I really can live in
Sometimes I need a city to spit in, but
I can't spit in this city
Well theres no red lights down in the district
And no brown paper bags on the stoop
And all the bars on this street are shilling small batch crap
To overdressed upward professional youths
And I'm wondering where the stashed all the bodies
And I'm wondering where they hid all the porn
And I'm waiting for a man with a dime store watch who shows up about a quarter to four
Sometimes I need a city to spit in
Where the liquors poured at 6am and
All the makeups running down to your chin and
I can't spit in this city
Sometimes I need a city to spit in
With the gutters that I can sit in sin in
With the rats digging down in the bins and
I can't spit in this city
And lots of clean polished people wearing suits
Carrying yoga mats off to buy artisanal pastry
And I'm wondering wearing the hid all the junkies
And I'm wondering wear they hid all the drunks
And I'm looking for an all night diner
That serves up some hash and eggs for a buck
Sometimes I need a city to spit in
The kind of place I really can live in
Sometimes I need a city to spit in, but
I can't spit in this city
Well theres no red lights down in the district
And no brown paper bags on the stoop
And all the bars on this street are shilling small batch crap
To overdressed upward professional youths
And I'm wondering where the stashed all the bodies
And I'm wondering where they hid all the porn
And I'm waiting for a man with a dime store watch who shows up about a quarter to four
Sometimes I need a city to spit in
Where the liquors poured at 6am and
All the makeups running down to your chin and
I can't spit in this city
Sometimes I need a city to spit in
With the gutters that I can sit in sin in
With the rats digging down in the bins and
I can't spit in this city
Writer: David New
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