Oh, she said the crowd just loved you
My name's Angel and I'm sixteen
I really love your band and your funny accent
Sure would like a cruise in your limousine
Then she said how about a rubdown
You're so cute, I'm so mean
The way you hold your guitar really gets me
I can show you tricks that you ain't never seen
Sick City, nobody to love you
Oh but sometimes I can taste you when I'm feeling weak
Sick City, isn't it a pity?
That you can't float above it when the bottom leaks
Oh, Sick City
Hey man how's about a handout
All you, dudes, just loaded down
Just a little sugar man makes me sweeter
I like to sit at home and watch the world go round
Stage-door monkey's on my back
Begging me to save his life
Can't he understand we're not a healing show
We're just here to play some music for the kids tonight
