Last Exit to Brooklyn
Like a wavy line
Coming up behind
All young gentle dreams drowning
In life's grief
Can you hang on me?
Don't want to hurt you baby
I only want to help you
I could be good for you
Your name is being called by sacred things
That are not addressed nor listened to
Sometimes they blow trumpets
Only want to help you
Never want to hurt you
I know I could be good for you
Oh my God it's a jungle in here
You've got wild animals loose in here
Want to help you
Never hurt you
Good for you
Bloody Mary
I see the city and it isn't what it used to be
A million houses goin' up and down in front of me
No time to let the concrete set before it's broken up again
Don't care if it's historic - don't really care at all
A hidden landscape on the brink of a development
A protest rally never satisfied with development
Both striving for a perfect world
Each having their own opinion
Don't care if it's historic; don't really care at all
All Torn Down
I see the city and it's grown into a big machine
The streets are freeways and the parks are just a memory
No time to let the concrete set before it's broken up again
Don't care if it's historic; don't really care at all
All Torn Down
You've got no reason