City on My Back Lyrics

This is the end of everything I need

One more night full of burning green

And I've been brought down a peg or two

Back to where I see eye to eye with you

The realization is often sour

I wrote this way before the witching hour

And every night it comes back in waves

Writing spoken word with the holiest praise

The city on my back and the money on my neck

I'm left again with nowhere to refresh

But why should I care? What could I do

Plenty of strangers, it just happened to

Always left in the dark, I don't need to know

What is perfect stranger made in summer so cold

So cold, so cold

Always left in the dark I don't need to know

What is perfect stranger made in summer so cold

So cold, so cold

What is perfect stranger made in summer so cold

So cold, so cold

What is perfect stranger made in summer so cold

I don't need to know

Why this perfect change

Remains in so and so cold

And the city on my back

And the money on my neck

And I'm left again

With no idea where to press

A liquid emotion

I'm a tunnel of sound

I don't wanna get lost

I'll never be found

I miss Novocaine

And gasoline

From church basements

To the guillotine

A little grip

Knows nothing more

Than who he wants

To come through that door

But every night

It comes back in waves

And every little thing

That he never would say

The city on my back

And this money on my neck

And I'm left again

With no idea where to press

Always left in the dark

And I don't need to know

Why this perfect change

Remains in so and so cold

Always left in the dark

I don't need to know

Why this perfect change

Remains in so and so cold

Left in the dark

And I don't need to know

Left in the dark

I don't need no

Inspirations

To wake up

The city on my back

And the money on my neck

I don't need, I don't need, no