City on My Back

This is the end of everything I need
One more night full of burning green
And I've been brought down a peg or two
Back to where I see eye to eye with you

The realization is often sour
I wrote this way before the witching hour
And every night it comes back in waves
Writing spoken word with the holiest praise

The city on my back and the money on my neck
I'm left again with nowhere to refresh
But why should I care? What could I do
Plenty of strangers, it just happened to

Always left in the dark, I don't need to know
What is perfect stranger made in summer so cold
So cold, so cold
Always left in the dark I don't need to know

What is perfect stranger made in summer so cold
So cold, so cold
What is perfect stranger made in summer so cold
So cold, so cold

What is perfect stranger made in summer so cold
I don't need to know
Why this perfect change
Remains in so and so cold

And the city on my back
And the money on my neck
And I'm left again
With no idea where to press

A liquid emotion
I'm a tunnel of sound
I don't wanna get lost
I'll never be found

I miss Novocaine
And gasoline
From church basements
To the guillotine

A little grip
Knows nothing more
Than who he wants
To come through that door

But every night
It comes back in waves
And every little thing
That he never would say

The city on my back
And this money on my neck
And I'm left again
With no idea where to press

Always left in the dark
And I don't need to know
Why this perfect change
Remains in so and so cold

Always left in the dark
I don't need to know
Why this perfect change
Remains in so and so cold

Left in the dark
And I don't need to know
Left in the dark
I don't need no

Inspirations
To wake up
The city on my back
And the money on my neck

I don't need, I don't need, no