I see through your clothes. Your nerve damage shows. Trying not to feel. Anything that's real. You're losing control. . Meltdown's looking for a new clown.
Fuckers it's settled. All the train came tripping through the station. This mad hatter he was beaming at me. You cool cat. You think that you know me.
In the city of dreams. You get caught up in the schemes. And fall apart in the seam tonight. That boy he is the bomb, from B.K. to the Bronx. And it's the fortunate one who dies.