Princess Of New York Lyrics - Fury In The Slaughterhouse

By the garbage cans the sits 

In her hands she holds a plastic bag 

She borrowed from the supermarket 

Her eyes starring holes into the night 

Open windows are her radio 

Luxury for her backyard bed 

She knows every story 

Of all the gloom and glory 

This city wrote through all the years 

You can't miss her cause she is 

Always talking to a mailbox 

Whispering secrets right into 

The darkness where you can't hear her 

Speak or talk but believe me that she is 

The princess of new york 

Down 5th avenue she walks 

Dragging her body round the block 

Trying to collect her meal 

The parking meters are her friends 

For each one she's got a name 

Hello eddie how are you today ?