Fury In The Slaughterhouse - Princess Of New York lyrics

By the garbage cans the sits In her hands she holds a plastic bag She borrowed from the supermarket Her eyes starring holes into the night Open windows are her radio Luxury for her backyard bed She knows every story Of all the gloom and glory This city wrote through all the years You can't miss her cause she is Always talking to a mailbox Whispering secrets right into The darkness where you can't hear her Speak or talk but believe me that she is The princess of new york Down 5th avenue she walks Dragging her body round the block Trying to collect her meal The parking meters are her friends For each one she's got a name Hello eddie how are you today ?