New York's a goldmine for Rock City Wankers   Pilgrims of sleaze and of noctural pancake   Are you a poet, electrical junkie?   Or are you just another little rock city wankie?      Saying: I'm gonna have a no-life, low-life ´til I get out   Then I get highlife O-o-oh   Hope they stare at me while the vicodine is kicking in, kicking in...      Oh no! You put a spike into your vein   Oh no! (Does it make you think you've got)   The blood of Thunders in your brain      You ought to know   Just because you're full of it   It doesn't mean that you're the shit   So take a good look at me   Now, here's some good advice:   Try some manners, fuck-face!   (I mean it, baby...)      Oh, spare me your sunglass-protected analysis   Elegant vices - midlife crisis   We wanna go wanna see Ligeti-Ligeti, Yeah!   Gonna slip outta here in your limousinedream, said Yeah!      Oh no! You put a spike into your vein   Oh no! (Does it make you think you've got)   The blood of Thunders in your brain      You ought to know: Just because you're full of it   It doesn't mean that you're the shit   So take a good look at me   Now, Here's some good advice:   Try some manners, fuck-face!      Try some manners   Fuck-face!      Listen   I'm gonna have a no-life-low-life ´til I get out   Then I get Highlife -O-o-oh!   (...)   I said I'm gonna have a no-life-low-life ´til I get out   Then I get Highlife -O-o-oh!   (...)   I'm gonna have a no-life, ´til I get highlife   I'm gonna have a no-life, Hi-Life is my life   (...)