Pat the Bunny, Ceschi - This City Is Killing Me lyrics
[Pat the Bunny, Ceschi - This City Is Killing Me lyrics]
Na laughs alright, motherfucker!
Na, na, na, na na na na
Na, na na na na, na, na, na
Na na na
Termites are eating my home
And squirrels laugh at me through the walls
I hate to admit it
But most days I wake up and follow the laws
I used to dream my beliefs would
Lead me onto barricades with Molotovs
But mostly they lead me straight
To a line at the post office to send zines
To someone behind bars
Na, na, na, na na na na
Na, na na na na, na, na, na
Na na na
This city is killing me
Pretty sure New Haven PD wants all
Of my friends to go down
I walk down to Whaley and think of my
Fellow felons sleeping on
Overcrowded room grounds
My girlfriend can’t handle the
Life that I lead
So I wander around this country
Sleep on couches, play shows for twenty kids
Hoping they’ll house me
Sorry, I'm allergic to cats!
Na, na, na, na na na na
Na, na na na na, na, na, na
Na na na
Some just talk a good game
I can’t even do that
Some just want to look cool
I don’t even wear black
Some just want an excuse
For crime and destruction
I’m too afraid to shoplift
Because last time I got busted and
I can promise you this, Officer Smith:
You don’t need to piss-test
Me or re-arrest me
I’m just playing these shows
I’m a law-abiding citizen
Please give me my license back
I no longer sell crack
I’m just 33, rapping, broke
Trying my hardest to cope on the road
Almost all of my homies know that
Na, na, na, na na na na
Na, na na na na, na, na, na
Na na na na, na na na
Na, na, na, na na na na
Na, na na na na, na, na, na
Na na na na na, na na na
Na, na, na, na na na na
Na, na na na na, na, na, na
Na na na
Termites are eating my home
And squirrels laugh at me through the walls
I hate to admit it
But most days I wake up and follow the laws
I used to dream my beliefs would
Lead me onto barricades with Molotovs
But mostly they lead me straight
To a line at the post office to send zines
To someone behind bars
Na, na, na, na na na na
Na, na na na na, na, na, na
Na na na
This city is killing me
Pretty sure New Haven PD wants all
Of my friends to go down
I walk down to Whaley and think of my
Fellow felons sleeping on
Overcrowded room grounds
My girlfriend can’t handle the
Life that I lead
So I wander around this country
Sleep on couches, play shows for twenty kids
Hoping they’ll house me
Sorry, I'm allergic to cats!
Na, na, na, na na na na
Na, na na na na, na, na, na
Na na na
Some just talk a good game
I can’t even do that
Some just want to look cool
I don’t even wear black
Some just want an excuse
For crime and destruction
I’m too afraid to shoplift
Because last time I got busted and
I can promise you this, Officer Smith:
You don’t need to piss-test
Me or re-arrest me
I’m just playing these shows
I’m a law-abiding citizen
Please give me my license back
I no longer sell crack
I’m just 33, rapping, broke
Trying my hardest to cope on the road
Almost all of my homies know that
Na, na, na, na na na na
Na, na na na na, na, na, na
Na na na na, na na na
Na, na, na, na na na na
Na, na na na na, na, na, na
Na na na na na, na na na