Wild in the sewers,nSometimes it gets you down,nWild in the sewers,nSewer or later, I'll see you around,nWhere are you going,nWhat are you gonna do,nYou can't pull yourself up out of the sewer,nIt's become attached to younnRun, run out the window,nNothing left to do,nBaby you'll crash, crash in the sewer,nMaybe you'll like it there in your forty-dollar shoesnnAnd die, die in the sewer,nNothing left, not a clue,nDon't ask me why, 'cause I don't know why,nI won't take a side, not a sewercidennWell, why do I always get this feeling?nOver and over again,nIt's the same thing that happens, baby, face the windows,nAnd I really have this feeling that I won't be around for too long,nMaybe take a boat to Hong Kong,nIt's the same lousy story from forty-four stories up,nIt'll just take a second of your time to jump out the window,nIt'll just take a second of your timennStick your head in the gravy sewer clown,nSewer-cide, sewercide, sewer-cycle, sewer-michael,nThe whole goddamn city's a sewer and that ain't nothing new,nThere's no place left to run away to, and nothing you can do,nJust go wild in the sewers baby,nJoin the sewer navy,nThink about it in the English disco,nThink about it now,nThink about it,nSewercide