Crack City Lyrics - Tin Machine - Tin Machine

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 

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 

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 

They'll ride you down to hell 

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 

Its stink it fouls the highways 

Its filth it sticks like glue 

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 

I seem to know it well