Fat City

Yeah, get on that borderline There are no new Christmas shoes, baby For your lady this year Yeah no gangster toys For your kids this year Just the door slams Door slams! Getting hammered baby By the X-Ray cuffs Yeah the mob sores The sword of lords Just like drugs Damn baby! Damn damn Famous land Famous land Yeah famous land Damn baby Yeah you're facing the axe again baby Again and again Again and again Mmmm baby, oh Now that old Fat City's here A fucking cold winds coming again, baby You're getting the axe in the face, baby Yeah, you're looking at some severe blues Get on the borderline baby Get on the borderline baby Get on the borderline baby Take the hell train Train train train Get on the borderline baby Get on the borderline baby Look at some severe blues In your hammered face No new Christmas shoes No new gangster toys Your kids this year Getting hammered Getting hammered Getting hammered Hey cool, Alex