Parasite City Testo

Strung out ether trippers, underage strippers.
Join the tired ranks of long drink sippers.
Put in a coin and find yourself on the front row.

All roads lead to Parasite City.
Where the shoes are clean but the moral's shitty.
The shit is coming down.
But I feel no pity.

Born again sinners, slot machine winners.
The city council revel in tax paid dinners.
It's a two-faced town where they just don't care.

Cold gold diggers, rock'n' roll niggers.
A downward spiral that ends with pulled triggers.
And if I was you I'd get out of there.

All roads lead to Parasite City.
Where the shoes are clean but the moral's shitty.
The shit is coming down.
But I feel no pity.