No New York - Ceschi

Poor big baby

You poor sad fucking baby

Poor poor poor poor

(cry me a river)

Clichés are changing

Now there’s nothing kitsch about you

You’re just a leather face with a hard cock

Blowing lines in a punk club bathroom

Dreaming of 1966 bitches

The way they flocked to your dick and riches

Like a pack of dogs in a fried chicken kitchen

Now they’re moms and leaders

Gone with the wind

And you’re just gonorrhea

A fraud and a peon

That never went beyond

Your own ego

When the g’s turn to c-notes

You can just sit and wait for the lesser of 6 million evils

This is not New York

This is not a sold out crowd

I am not a water boy

I am not your conscience

Good Grizzly God

Tell me this is not what I’ll become

Because i can barely stand the backstage stench of cum

That’s dried on tagged couches

And if I see another cock and balls drawn on this green room wall then i might

quit

We slept in cold sweat across the Midwest

Playing metal shows for drunken whores in clown suits who couldn’t care less

Lost girlfriends and jobs

All for the love of a song

All for the 15 minute moment of glory that’s now gone

Paid with fried cheese and bad beer, and I don’t drink beer

We grew beards in those European vans

Where fruit flies fluttered on farm fresh pears

And dead deer diaries began (peace to 2mex)

So wrap yourself in the skin of frozen bison

To protect that pretty face from the ice wind

We try to win but we’re just humans with vices and sins

And time is spread thin

Like birthday cake icing

I tried to tell you backstage

But the women got in the way

And the drugs had already hit your brain

I wanted to tell you backstage

I tried to tell you backstage

But the women got in the way

And the drugs had already hit your brain

When they reminisce over you

And speak as if your life is through

It just might be true

(Pete Rock and CL Smooth)

I tried to tell you in the van but I couldn’t focus on anything cause you were

shaking hands

Tried to tell backstage

Tried to tell you in the van

I tried to tell you in the hotel room but it’s tough to talk when everybody’s

around

Couldn’t remember the words to those songs and everything that I was thinking

would just come out wrong