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Textes et Paroles de Give Me Back My Body



It always tears a part of me
Right here in the land of sweet liberty
So much inequality

Too many debutantes
And not enough escorts

Too many restaurants
Not enough food courts

Too many tenements
Not enough tree forts

Too many trenchcoats
Not enough short shorts

Too many Conchords
Not enough airports

Too many knives
Not enough forks

Too many bottles
And not enough corks

Well, hello there New York City
You always look so pretty
You can keep all of my senses
But you gotta give me back my body

Hey, New York City
Raise your right arm if you can hear me
You can keep all my money
But you gotta give me back my body

Yeah, too many Valiums
And not enough vitamins

Too much Cinnaburst
And not enough elements

Too many fuses
And not enough filaments

Too many whispers
And not enough testaments

And the prophet to my left
Forever holds his breath
Stays up on crystal meth
And he cranks out these sacred texts
And rubber checks

Too many sour grapes
And not enough red wine

Too many small falls
And not enough landslides

Too many upfronts
And not enough bloodlines

Too many Coronas
And not enough 'slice of limes'

Too much drama
And not enough Dramamine

Too many blue bloods
And not enough blue jeans

Too many nightmares
And not enough pipe dreams

Too many french fries
And not enough protein

Too many critics
And not enough participants

Too many rock journalists
And not enough insects

Too many rock journalists
And not enough insects

Too many rock journalists
And not enough garbage

Too many rock journalists...

Too much anonymous trash-talking
Not enough anonymous sex

Too many people signing up for the lifestyle
Not enough people losing their heads

Too much anonymous trash-talking
Not enough anonymous sex

Too many people signing up for the lifestyle
Not enough people losing their heads

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