Primal Scream - City [Album Version] Lyrics
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City [Album Version]
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What Are The Lyrics For City [Album Version] By Primal Scream?
Everyone I see's
Diseased or broken Holes in their arms They got cocaine eyes Self mutilation Is self surveillance Wanna get to heaven You gotta die Here she comes Here she comes She's crawled out of a garbage can Here she comes Here she comes She's gonna waste another man Ah sick city Gonna be the death of me Ah sick city Gonna be my death, gonna be the death of me Little johnny junk's A subway pilot He'll knife you in the head For Chinese rock Catch a falling spike Ride a silver rocket Score a body bag deal From the Vietcong Here she comes Here she comes She's crawled out of a garbage can Here she comes Here she comes She's gonna waste another man Ah sick city Gonna be the death of me Ah sick city Gonna be my death, gonna be the death of me Your meat on a hook In your own snuff movie Torture loop hallucination Nerves spliced No inoculation From the viral programme There's spiders in your mouth Shoot insecticide! Here she comes Here she comes She's crawled out of a garbage can Here she comes Here she comes Gonna waste another man Ah sick city Gonna be the death of me Ah sick city Gonna be my death, gonna be the death of me Sick sick sick Sick city Sick sick sick Sick city Sick sick sick Sick city Sick sick sick Sick city Sick city |
Who Wrote City [Album Version] By Primal Scream?
Martin Duffy, Bobby Gillespie, David Holmes, Andrew Innes, Gary Mounfield, Robert Young
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