Lyrics: New York

An imitation from New York
You're made in Japan
From cheese and chalk
You're hippy tarts hero
'Cause you put on bad show
You put on bad show
Oh, don't it show?

Still, oh, out on those pills
Oh, do you remember?

Think it's well playing Max's Kansas
You're looking bored
And you're acting flash
With nothing in your gut
You better keep yer mouth shut
You better keep yer mouth shut
In a rut

Still, oh, out on those pills
Do the samba

Four years on
You still look the same
I think about time
You changed your brain
You're just a pile of shit
You're coming to this
Ya poor little faggot
You're sealed with a kiss
Kiss me

Think it's well playing in Japan
When everybody knows Japan is a dishpan
You're just a pile of shit
You're coming to this
Ya poor little faggot
You're sealed with a kiss

Still, out on those pills
Cheap thrills anadins, aspros, anything
You're condemned to eternal bullshit
You're sealed with a kiss
Kiss me

A kiss, a kiss, you're sealed with a kiss
A looking for a kiss you're coming to this
I wanna kiss anything
Oh, kiss this gay boy