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
To the worms of paradise
Like Everest, it's fatal
Its 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
The pain you know so well
They'll ride you down to the gutter
And they'll 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-hounds of paranoia
Dance upon your stinking bed
Don't look at me you f*ckhead
This nation's turning blue
Its stink it fouls the highways
Its filth, it sticks like glue
Gonna hit Crack City
Hit Crack 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
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
Now, I seem to know it well
Gonna hit Crack City
Hit Crack City
Hit Crack City
Hit Crack City
Hit Crack City
Hit Crack City
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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
To the worms of paradise
Like Everest, it's fatal
Its 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
The pain you know so well
They'll ride you down to the gutter
And they'll 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-hounds of paranoia
Dance upon your stinking bed
Don't look at me you f*ckhead
This nation's turning blue
Its stink it fouls the highways
Its filth, it sticks like glue
Gonna hit Crack City
Hit Crack 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
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
Now, I seem to know it well
Gonna hit Crack City
Hit Crack City
Hit Crack City
Hit Crack City
Hit Crack City
Hit Crack City
Don't grab that scabby hand
It belongs to Mr. Sniff and Tell
It belongs to the candyman
Don't whore your little bodies
To the worms of paradise
Like Everest, it's fatal
Its 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
The pain you know so well
They'll ride you down to the gutter
And they'll 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-hounds of paranoia
Dance upon your stinking bed
Don't look at me you f*ckhead
This nation's turning blue
Its stink it fouls the highways
Its filth, it sticks like glue
Gonna hit Crack City
Hit Crack 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
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
Now, I seem to know it well
Gonna hit Crack City
Hit Crack City
Hit Crack City
Hit Crack City
Hit Crack City
Hit Crack City
Writer: DAVID BOWIE
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Copyright: Lyrics © TINTORETTO MUSIC