Ooh 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