All the boys have disappeared from the avenue
And upstate the system's filled up with you know who
Yeah on 42nd Street you can't find a single peep
New York City's gone to sleep
Walking home from the East Village to Morningside
The sun's just coming up as I step inside
I'm still thinking about something that you said at last call
New York City's back is against the wall
I still like the taste of whiskey I still like getting high
I stand out in the laughing crowd but I ain't gonna hide
Yeah they talk behind your back when you try to stick out your neck
New York City's stacked the deck
I saw this old grandma pushing two kids right down the street
Over by Tomkins Square where them chess players use to sell the weed
Man them brats were shreiking so loud and whiter than Doris Day
That's New York City's future, what can you say?
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