Set among the brownstones Faded, balustraded - protector of their sins All who crossed the portal felt the magic Coursing through it deep within
Echoes in the stairwells Memories from the past Electrified and wicked Welcomes sinners coming back
And Janis goes down like a bird on the wire And Dylan Thomas checks out in 205 And Mr. Zimmerman writes of a lady's sad eyes Jack Kerouac's back on the road again
Chelsea - one - zero - zero (rest stop) Chelsea - one - zero… zero
Tales of lust and grandeur Feed my dark deception Inspire and corrupt Through my door I think I hear them Distant sirens in the street
Final act of violence Bloodstains mark the end They rammed the door and found me And the knife's my only friend
And the tapping of the Remington's getting too loud And guitars serenade the infected crowd There's a story behind every one of these doors But don't go looking for Sid's it ain't there any more
Chelsea - one - zero - zero (rest stop) Chelsea - one - zero ...zero (for the rare individual) Chelsea - one - zero - zero (pit stop) Chelsea - one - zero ...zero (for the last incurables)
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Everybody passing through here is somebody Yet they're nobody on the outside You've got to pay the piper Checkout has your bill Remember Sid and Nancy's bitter pill
Warhol takes a bullet for the feminist cause And Dee Dee checks out through the suicide doors Edie's candlelight eyes set the room on fire And Janis goes down like a bird on the wire...
Chelsea - one - zero - zero (rest stop) Chelsea - one - zero ...zero (for the rare individual) Chelsea - one - zero - zero (pit stop) Chelsea - one - zero ...zero (you're the last...)
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