You got a ticket to my place
Short ride on the "L" train
Get off between Broadway and main

I forget the name

I'm in a rocket to Russia

I'm wachin the Detectives
Listen to a record at the end of the world
Blame it on cain


Don't get belong we don't be long
I'm going to the other side, won't leave no tears behind

(all I know) Don't get me wrong

I'd rather shoot the moon and miss

Aim at the gutter and make a hit
We gotta get out before they eat us off
There going soft


Riot gun'69 made a crash
Wake in the city, the gangs all clashed

Colors on black and white TV
Made a smash


Don't get me wrong