Rivet Gun - Livin' In New York City

Naked man stalking the park all day
Scaring all the kids and old ladies away
His pet chicken pecks at the trash on the ground
Puking on his feet as he stumbles around
You pick yours and I'll pick mine
Losers get the rotting fruit off the vine
Nobody said the Big Apple was free
Homeless in the streets of New York City
Dealers selling stocks and bonds play for keeps
I don't mean the kind they trade on Wall Street
Rich kids buying ignore the warnings
Sold out in Jersey high schools by morning
You shoot yours and I'll shoot mine
Another shitty cocktail to twist up our minds
Nobody said I'd wake up pretty
Or wake up at all in some hole in the city
Living in New York City
Living in New York City
I doubt in my life
I'm ever gonna see
Bums getting out
Or addicts getting clean
Living in New York City
Living in New York City
Uptown, downtown it all smells the same
Dead cats, dead rats singing in the rain
Ambulance driver takes another hit
To keep his shit together for one more trip
You choose yours and I'll choose mine
All roads meet at the end of the line
Nobody said it came off with a squeegee
Coated in the life blood of the city
Living in New York City
Living in New York City
I doubt in my life
I'm ever gonna see
Bums getting out
Or addicts getting clean
Living in New York City
Living in New York City

Written by:
David Kelly

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