NYC’s Like a Graveyard The Moldy Peaches

[Pre-Chorus]
New York City's like a graveyard
All the corpses like the way I play my guitar
You gotta be cute if you wanna get far
New York City's like a graveyard
All the tombstones—sky scrapin'
All the rock stars double datin'
So if you hate me, go on hating
You've been waiting your whole life for this moment to be waitin'

[Chorus]
We've got it
We've got it
We've got it
We've got it

[Post-Chorus]
All those hookers in their fucking car
Twelve steppin' hippies hangin' out at the bar
Suckers and fuckers and stupid retards
New York City's like a graveyard

[Chorus]
We've got it
We've got it
We've got it
We've got it