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