New York’s a goldmine for Rock City Wankers 
Pilgrims of sleaze and of nocturnal pancake 
Are you a poet, electrical junkie? 
Or are you just a another little rock city wankie? 
Saying: ”I’m gonna have a no-life, low-life ’til I get out 
Then I get highlife O-o-oh. 
Hope they stare at me while the vicodine is kicking in, kicking in…” 
Oh no! You put a spike into your vein 
Oh no! (Does it make you think you’ve got) 
The blood of Thunders in your brain 
You ought to know: Just because you’re full of it 
It doesn’t mean that you’re the shit 
So take a good look at me 
Now, Here’s some good advice: 
Try some manners, fuck-face! 
(I mean it, baby…) 
Oh, spare me your sunglass-protected analysis 
Elegant vices – midlife crisis 
We wanna go wanna see Ligeti-Ligeti, Yeah! 
Gonna slip outta here in your limousine-dream, said Yeah! 
Oh no! You put a spike into your vein 
Oh no! (Does it make you think you’ve got) 
The blood of Thunders in your brain 
You ought to know: Just because you’re full of it 
It doesn’t mean that you’re the shit 
So take a good look at me 
Now, Here’s some good advice: 
Try some manners, fuck-face! 
I’m gonna have a no-life-low-life ’til I get out 
Then I get Highlife -O-o-oh! 
I’m gonna have no-life, ’til I get highlife 
I’m gonna have a no-life, Hi-Life is my life