When February came it came straight for New York Any colder, they said, and we'll be skating to work Salt throwers were taming the sidewalks with haste Til the whole of the city was Seasoned to taste
The world was a yawn fingerprinted by night Pro couples out running the leaves into kites And out jumped the soul from his too-little chest Was kited away along with the rest
Live by design, til you resign If anyone asks, I love my city
Oh where will ya take me for dinner and sex? The romance of somewhere where trains go direct? I live pretty close to a view of the stars But it's not in my nature to look through the bars My friend You're major You're king of the world You might as well feel it You might as well take all the Chips that you can They're the chips that you earned And they're ain't no forever Where living's concerned When I'm at the door of whatever it is If it's nothing romantic or nothing to miss I'll hope that I lived like those salt thrower heads Drove over the treasury and helping the next
Live by design, til you resign If anyone asks, I love my city
Old was a man who attended his patch Offending next door with the lock on the latch He felt too deeply, too often, too long And now he'll feel nothing foreverTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
