[Michael Holman] I'm....never gonna leave, never gonna leave, never gonna leave... Foul play once again, looks like a call for the G-Men Tipping past the crime scene, film noir gangster lean Gumshoes leave a trace of something bad to the taste Lapels to L.A Night shot for day Breaks the heart to stay Said I'd never leave anyway New York is my town Lower East Side I get down Jump off to London I pay the rent I go home, my money's spent Friends of Basquiat know the deal Skip the research and play the field [Nick Taylor] What's up? Yeah KnowwhatI'msaying? My man knows what he's doin' My man knows what he's doin [Michael Holman] I said I'd never leave Or so they say Windmills turn for yet another day Creeping up the west-side Break-night til noon Morning comes to greet me Always a little too soon I'm on my own now And I'm not proud to say I have to hold on for just another day If I can hold on for just another day Calm, peace and sanity is surely on the way [Hook: Michael Holman, Nick Taylor] Now I lay me down to sleep I almost made it through the week Tomorrow I'll make time to run Fugitive in Babylon Now I lay me down to sleep I almost made it through the week Tomorrow I'll make time to run Fugitive in Babylon