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