Chris Thomas - New York lyrics

An immitation from New York You're made in Japan From cheese and chalk You're hippy tarts hero 'cos you put on bad show Oh don't it show Still oh out on those pills Oh do you remember Think it is well playing Max's kansas You're looking bored And you're acting flash With nothing in your gut You better keep yer mouth shut You better keep yer mouth shut In a rut Still oh out on those pills Do the sambo You four years on You still look the same I think about time You changed your brain You're just a pile of sh** You're coming to this Ya poor little f*ggot You're sealed with a kiss Kiss me Think it's well playing in Japan When everybody knows Japan is a dishpan You're just a pile of sh** You're coming to this Ya poor little f*ggot You're sealed with a kiss Still oh out on those pills Cheap thrills anadins Aspros anything you're condemned To eternal bullsh** You're sealed with a kiss Kiss me A kiss a kiss you're sealed with a kiss A looking for a kiss you're coming to this I wanna kiss anything Oh kiss this gay boy