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