Text: Heart Attacks. City Sickness.

All on top of the world, while you sit and dream
You won't find a cure, for what you received
It's such a game, so many ways to lose
You hold a piece, but you don't aim to please
C'mon dealer, and push it to me

No beach in reach out here,
No resort to ski out here,
The sand is all paved,
The hills are all leveled
Free base the city smog for kicks
And it makes you sick, yeah sick of it

Another day tomorrow, maybe
City livin' they call it crazy
Well, I'll stick with my gang and hold on to my gun
In hopes of some violent fun
And you're getting sick,
Well, I'm loving it

He's on top of the world and yeah,
You want it to be you
Yeah, I know
All on top of the world and yeah,
Yeah, You want it to be you
Yeah, I know

In the city
You can try but the rain don't stop for you
Such a disease out here
So little to believe out here
No rules, they're what you make them
Protect yourself in favor the thrill of another night
Getting sick, sick of it

Another day tomorrow, maybe
City livin' we all go crazy
I'll stay alive,
I don't know if it's true,
When you play you sometimes lose
And you're getting sick,
I'm loving it