Down down down town, east side of the river. Bowery boys are living off the street. There stands a stranger all dressed in black. He's looking for someone - he's gonna knife 'em in the back.
It's just a state of affection. Just need something to cure the infection. I don't want to be a misconception. No, no, don't want to break the connection.
When I look. And my eyes finally meet a lady. Who has something unique. I must know her. Don't stumble on my feet. Get together. At least just enough to speak.
Don't spend your life like a dime. I thought you are not for hire. Stand for your rights - don't look at the past. I don't know - I don't care - my brain's.
Stranger. . People talk about Him. And His ways, they can't explain. Others come against Him. And His reckless claim to fame. . He's an axiom, He's the maximum.