Garbage City - Hanni El Khatib

Our city’s made of garbage

Our city’s made of fakes

Our city’s made of monsters who just take, take, take

Our city’s made up of drama

Our city knows the facts

Our city’s too filthy to get it back, back, back

But she’s my garbage city

She’s my garbage city

She’s my garbage city

She’s my garbage city

She’s my garbage city

Our city’s made of money

Our city’s made of drugs

Our city’s made of lovers who don’t love, love, love

Our city’s made of secrets

Our city’s dirty as fuck

Our city won’t act right unless you play rough, rough, rough

But she’s my garbage city

She’s my garbage city

She’s my garbage city

She’s my garbage city

And I love her, I love her, I love her, I love her, I love her, I love her

And I love her, I love her, I love her, I love her, I love her, I love her

She tried to tell me her secrets

And she tried to tell me her secrets

And she tried to tell me her secrets

And she tried and she tried and she tried

She’s my garbage city

She’s my garbage city

She’s my garbage city

She’s my garbage city

And I love her, I love her, I love her, I love her, I love her, I love her

And I love her, I love her, I love her, I love her, I love her, I love her

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