Dopesick couples on the lower east side
Can't keep it together without being high
Hold out your arms and let us save you

Hold out your arms and jab it in you
Oh oh oh
Lead us in alphabet down

Can't be polite or dance around
Without a proper fix inside the bathroom
Or a proper fixing of the hairdo

And on the jukebox there's a song I love
It plays on and on and on
On and on and on

If I don't get off the silent
May god strike me with lightning
I'm sick to death

And violently dying to begin
In the city
In the city

With it's songs
What a beautiful place [x5]