Wasted In the City (track #2)

Album   In Paradise
Artist   VENGEANCE
Written by   Duncan MacIntyre
Length   3:44
Mood Fired Up Rocker

Lyrics

Wasted in the City
	
Rats sitting pretty, cat’s in the hole:
sick city state of mind.
Law dog answers to the underworld.
Life is like doing time.

Scintillating ladies lovin’ lipstick nights
selling passion.  (It’s) state of the arts.
Lonely leather rebel under neon lights
dealing trouble in the beat of a heart.

	Well I’m wasted in the city tonight
	try to take me I don’t care.
	Well I’m wasted and I’m ready to fight-
	like a razor cutting through the air.
	Wasted in the city.  Wasted in the city.  Get Wasted!

I’ll laugh in your face, maybe spit in your eye.
Might even tell you that you’re gonna die.
May be religion or it may be your creed
I don’t really need a reason why.

There’s a wild dog howling in the heat of the night,
a Black Panther out on the lamb.
Murder on the next street, a riot at dawn.
All this - I don’t even give a damn.

	Well I’m wasted in the city tonight
	try to take me I don’t care.
	Well I’m wasted and I’m ready to fight-
	like a razor cutting through the air.
	Wasted in the city.  Wasted in the city.  Get Wasted!
	 

I tasted this big city life,
bad trouble brewing everywhere,
I said take me to the city of lights
now I know I’m gonna die here, wasted in the city.

Wasted in the city, Wasted in the city
Wasted in the city, Wasted in the city.