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   Tthe 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      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   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   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      Gonna hit Crack City   Hit Crack City