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JESSE MALIN lyrics : "Riding On The Subway"

The Harlem mammas they are laughing
They call me punk rock think they're cute
The pizza boys they keep on starin'

I guess they finally made it off their stoop

I don't even know and I don't even care

Oh yeah
Since I've been hanging round
Machines go up and down

Spray paint gospel on the beat
Another billboard reads
Come to Miami Beach

A man sells pretzels in the heat
Riding on the subway


Saints and sinners sweepstakes winners
Nine to five their smoking gun
Jazzman Jimmy's busked a million

Sometimes plays Duke Ellington for fun

I don't even know and I don't even care

Oh yeah

I've been hanging round

In the underground
One day I saw you in your seat
Past the transit cops

A three-card monty box
If I only had the guts to speak
Riding on the subway


Mother told me yesterday
The things that God would never say before

We'll hang around the radio and listen to the status quo go on
I'm all right until Sunday night when


I keep going down
Took the local round
A soul confession in my sleep

Ain't no wishing well
Underneath the El
I still hope someday we might meet

Riding on the subway

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