[Intro] [Heavy, slow drum beat: Thump-thump-clap. Distorted guitar feedback swells.] [Mumble: "Watch your step, kid... the curb is high."] [Verse 1] Marquee lights with the missing letters — look Used to think that we knew better The steam is rising from the sewer grate And everyone’s carrying a heavy weight — watch it Cabbie won’t stop for a man like me, no I’m a ghost in a suit of misery, see? I got the shakes and I got the blues And the holes are winning in my platform shoes — trip me [Chorus] Forty-second street goodbye, yeah Watch the pigeons and the junkies fly, high The sky is purple like a fresh-cut bruise Nothing to win and nothing to lose Oh — it’s a long way down, stay Oh — to the solid ground, hey! [Bridge] [Instrumental: Slow, dirty bass riff with scratching guitar noises] [Ad-libs: "It’s freezin man..."] [Verse 2] Saw my reflection in a diner door — ugh Don’t think I recognize me anymore — nah nah A bit of rouge and a lot of grit I’m the only part of the puzzle that don't fit [Outro] [Drums slow down even more until it's just a heartbeat] [Guitar winds down into a messy fuzz] Yeah... goodnight, New York... Don't let the rats bite... Huh... [Fade out with city traffic sounds] [End]
