Paroles: Jesus And Mary Chain. New York City.

I got a woman
And she ain't so tall
She got a mouth like Texas
And that ain't small

Hey, Mr. President
Get down on your knees
The U.S.A.'s got
A social disease

Feed my cock
Feed my brain
I'm tripping out
In the pouring rain

I see the sky
And the clouds from above
And I see the mountains
But I'm not in love
'Cause I see New York City
(City)