Oh come all you children Don't grab that scabby hand It belongs to Mr. Sniff and Tell It belongs to the candyman
Don't whore your little bodies The worms of paradise Like Everest it's fatal It's peaks are cold as ice
They're riding on the subways They're riding on the streets They'll ride you down to the gutters They'll ride you off your feet
Gonna hit Crack City Hit Crack City
Yeah piss on the icon monsters Whose guitars bequeath you pain They'll face you down to their level With their addictions and their fast lanes
Corrupt with shaky visions And crack and coke and alcohol They're just a bunch of assholes With buttholes for their brains
You can't keep on riding Pain you know so well They'll ride you down to the gutter And they ride you down to hell
Gonna hit Crack City Hit Crack City
And you the master dealer May death be on your brow May razors slash your mainline I'm calling you out right now
May all your vilest nightmares Consume your shrunken head May the ho-ho-hoounds of paranoia Dance upon your stinking bed
Don't look at me you fuckhead This nation's turning blue It's stink it fouls the highways It's filth it sticks like glue
Hit Crack City Hit Crack City
Hit Carck City
They'll bury you in velvet And place you underground The hatred of yourself And the sufferings that conspire To take your little body and throw it to the fools
And the hounds that rip your flesh Only your mind can take you out of this Only your mind or death
I'm riding on the subway The subway down to hell I've finished with this journey Oh I seem to know it well
Oh Gonna hit Crack City Hit Crack City Hit Crack City Hit Crack City Hit Crack City
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Don't whore your little bodies The worms of paradise Like Everest it's fatal It's peaks are cold as ice
They're riding on the subways They're riding on the streets They'll ride you down to the gutters They'll ride you off your feet
Gonna hit Crack City Hit Crack City
Yeah piss on the icon monsters Whose guitars bequeath you pain They'll face you down to their level With their addictions and their fast lanes
Corrupt with shaky visions And crack and coke and alcohol They're just a bunch of assholes With buttholes for their brains
You can't keep on riding Pain you know so well They'll ride you down to the gutter And they ride you down to hell
Gonna hit Crack City Hit Crack City
And you the master dealer May death be on your brow May razors slash your mainline I'm calling you out right now
May all your vilest nightmares Consume your shrunken head May the ho-ho-hoounds of paranoia Dance upon your stinking bed
Don't look at me you fuckhead This nation's turning blue It's stink it fouls the highways It's filth it sticks like glue
Hit Crack City Hit Crack City
Hit Carck City
They'll bury you in velvet And place you underground The hatred of yourself And the sufferings that conspire To take your little body and throw it to the fools
And the hounds that rip your flesh Only your mind can take you out of this Only your mind or death
I'm riding on the subway The subway down to hell I've finished with this journey Oh I seem to know it well
Oh Gonna hit Crack City Hit Crack City Hit Crack City Hit Crack City Hit Crack City
Yeah
Hit Crack City
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