The Vampires Of New York Lyrics - Marcy Playground - Marcy Playground

Come see the vampires of New York 

Come lose your mind in Central Park 

But don't leave your soul behind 

Come take in 8th Street after dark 

Such peculiar people you'll remark 

You might even see a murder 

And all the whores on Bleeker Street 

They wear the blissful grin 

Caused by the drugs they take 

To relieve them of their sins 

And oh Lord, I think she's dying 

I heard somebody say 

I think she's dying 

And oh oh Lord, I think she's dying 

Or maybe she's already dead 

And maybe she's gone to Mars 

Maybe we could even write 

Her epitaph in the stars 

It'd say, "If you go away from here 

If you go a million miles" 

Come downtown to see them go 

Into the den of the vampires of New York 

But please watch your step 

As you're getting off, kids