Lletres: Elton John. Sick City.

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 dude 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

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

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

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

Sick City, Sick City, Sick City
Sick City, Sick City, Sick City
Sick City, Sick City, Sick City
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