NYC's Like a Graveyard
The Moldy Peaches Lyrics


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New York City's like a graveyard
All the corpses like the way I play my guitar
You've gotta be cute if you wanna get far
New York City's like a graveyard

All the tombstones- sky scrapin'
All the rock stars double datin'
So if you hate me, go on hating
You've been waiting your whole life for this moment to be waitin'

We've got it!
We've got it!
We've got it!
We've got it!

All those hookers in their fucking cars
Twelve steppin' hippies hangin' out at the bar
Suckers and fuckers and stupid retards
New York City's like a graveyard

We've got it!
We've got it!
We've got it!
We've got it!

All the yuppies getting married
All the yuppies getting buried




Singing in this city's like singing on the prairie
New York City's like a cemetery

Overall Meaning

The Moldy Peaches's song "NYC's Like a Graveyard" is an ode to the gritty yet beautiful New York City. The song talks about the city being a graveyard, and how all the corpses (symbolic of all the people who tried and failed in the city) like the way the singer plays his guitar. He also emphasizes that to make it in the city, you have to be cute, which could symbolize the need for uniqueness and talent to stand out in the crowded and talented city.


The song continues to describe the city's characteristics, such as all the tombstones (skyscrapers), rock stars double dating, hookers in their cars, hippies at the bars, and yuppies getting married and buried. The city's life is compared to singing on the prairie, emphasizing how unique and diverse the city is.


The lyrics can be interpreted in different ways, some may see it as a dark commentary on the harsh reality of the city, while others may interpret it as a love letter to the unique and diverse city.


Line by Line Meaning

New York City's like a graveyard
New York City can be thought of as a place where people go to die, just like in a graveyard


All the corpses like the way I play my guitar
Even though everyone is dead, they still appreciate my musical talent


You've gotta be cute if you wanna get far
To succeed in New York City, you need to have some physical attractiveness and charm


All the tombstones- sky scrapin'
The tall buildings in New York City can be seen as tombstones for all the people who have died there


All the rock stars double datin'
Even famous musicians are not exempt from the fact that New York City is a place of death and they too must find companionship, just like anyone else


So if you hate me, go on hating
People can hate me all they want, but that doesn't change the fact that New York City is a place of death


You've been waiting your whole life for this moment to be waitin'
People are so desperate for success in New York City that they are willing to wait for it, even if it takes their whole lives


All those hookers in their fucking cars
The city is filled with prostitution and vice


Twelve steppin' hippies hangin' out at the bar
Even those who are trying to overcome negative habits (like substance addiction) are still trapped in the cycle of New York City's death culture


Suckers and fuckers and stupid retards
New York City is filled with people who are foolish or unwise to the realities of the place


All the yuppies getting married
Even the young and upwardly mobile in New York City eventually give in to the finality of death and marriage before it


All the yuppies getting buried
They eventually wind up buried, too


Singing in this city's like singing on the prairie
Even though New York City is a bustling place, it can also feel just as desolate and empty as an open field


New York City's like a cemetery
All in all, New York City is a place of death where people come from all walks of life and eventually meet their end




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Written by: ADAM GREEN, KIMYA DAWSON

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