Longpigs New York Letras:
In New York, we buried our heads in the sand,
like a junkie needs his fix, like a hooker needs her tricks,
In New York, we danced like two birds on a stick,
like confusion breeds despair, like all politicians care.

I must have been a fool to listen to you,
my friend,
I still love you, still pretend, cool,
my friend,
I still love you, still pretend.

In New York, we swam like a dog in the sun,
like a critic needs a shield, like a chicken needs a field,
In New York, we sat like a bus stop in hell,
like a spotlight has to fade,like a wanker wearing shades.

I must have been a fool to listen to you,
my friend,
I still love you, still pretend, cool,
my friend,
I still love you, still pretend.

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In New York, we gave every penny to lust,
like a bulldog needs a smile, like a novel takes a while,
like a prophet needs to think, like a case of kitchen sink (?)
like confession breeds/ needs remorse,
like suspicion runs its course,
like a model needs a look, like a mother needs to cook,
like a sweetheart needs a date, like appearing slightly late,
like a beating begs revenge, like a hippy needs stone henge,
like a gangster needs a gang, like a killer needs to hang.

I must have been a fool to listen to you,
my friend,
I still love you, still pretend, cool,
my friend,
I still love you, still pretend.

Like a telephone needs calls, like a lesbian needs balls,
like I'm always second best, like I've got it off my chest,
like a mystic needs to fate, like a glutton needs to sate,
like a lawyer needs a law, like a millionaire needs more,
like escapists need to go, like a winner has to gloat,
like all time will surely heal, like a santa claus is real,
like a tenant needs the rent, like all fury needs a vent,
like a ?????, like affairs all need a ???
like a popgroup needs a sound, like a penny makes a pound,
like I'm shooting from the hip, like all suitcase needs equip (?)
like a jockey needs a whip, like a belly needs to slip,
like a cheetah ? the sea, like a vicar needs more tea,
like a massochist needs Spain, and like a cavalan needs pain
Letras: New York Longpigs [final]