Wasted In the City
Rat's sittin' pretty, the cat's in the hole; sick city state of mind.
The law dog answers to the underworld, life's like doin' time.
Scintillating ladies lovin' lipstick nights are selling passion. It's state of the arts.
Lonely leather rebels under neon lights are dealing trouble in the beat of a heart.
Well I'm wasted in the city tonight
Try to take me I don't care.
'Cause I'm wasted and I'm ready to fight
like a razor cuttin' through the air, I'm wasted in the city.
Wasted in the city. Get wasted!
I'll laugh in your face, maybe spit in your eye, might even tell you that you're gonna die.
May be religion or it may be your creed. I don't really need a reason why.
There's a wild dog howling in the heat of the night, a Black Panther out on the lamb.
Murder on the next street, a riot at dawn. All this and I don't even give a damn.
'Cause I'm wasted in the city tonight
try to take me, I don't care.
'Cause I'm wasted and I'm ready to fight
like a razor cuttin' through the air, I'm wasted in the city.
Wasted in the city. Get wasted!
Well I tasted this big city life; bad trouble brewing everywhere
and I said take me to the city of lights. Now I know I'm gonna die here, wasted in the city.
W asted in the city. I'm wasted in the city, Wasted in the city.
