Come on, pack your shit,
We're leaving for New York
Where the buildings are tall and
The streets are flooded with cats full of lonely souls.
At least there we can get lost without anyone knowing
We can talk shit about whoever we want and never have to give a fuck
We'll drink coffee and smoke cigarettes
We'll keep smiling and we will forget about the pain and all
The shit they've caused because when you think of it they don't nothing at all
They are just, they are just phases
They are just, they are just faces
Come on, pack your shit,
We're leaving for New York
Where the buildings are tall and
The streets are flooded with cabs full of lonely souls.
At least there we can get lost without anyone knowing
We can talk shit about whoever we want and never have to give a fuck
We'll drink coffee and smoke cigarettes
We'll keep smiling and we will forget about the shit and all
The pain they've caused because when you think of it they don't nothing at all
They are just, they are just bitches
They are just, they are just something to do
Artist: Charles Bukowski
Artist: Garish
Artist: Seals And Crofts