Things are different today back in New York. I lived down on third street way back in that day. There were junkies, pimps and whores. Hallelujah! Now it's squeaky clean, there's no place left to stay.
Things are different today back in New York. I lived down on third street way back in that day. There were junkies, pimps and whores. Hallelujah! Now it's squeaky clean, there's no place left to stay.
I remember well the streets and all that smell. Rats around stayed safe in my kitchen. Oh fuckn'n h**l! They lured, at my door, always wanted more. Local dealer, kept theft out of way! (Hey, go!)
It was such a perfect mess, what they call the L.E.S. Life was odd on every corner, but now there is so much less. That's why I find talk is square. They ask me if a care. Gimme back that Apple In Decay! (Let's go!)
Things are different today back in New York. I lived down on third street way back in that day. There were junkies, pimps and whores. Hallelujah! Now it's squeaky clean, there's no place left to stay. Now it's squeaky clean, there's no place left to stay. Now it's squeaky clean, there's no place left to stay.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
