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.
Rain. Like tin angels falling down. Like a mission and we're halfway there. From some old dried up, fried forgotten town. . Why. Won't they let us be ourselves?.
Rain. Like tin angels falling down. Like a mission and we're halfway there. From some old dried up, fried forgotten town. . Why. Won't they let us be ourselves?.
Some cats they know how to fight. Some cats run. I'm a thousand generations ahead of them. Cool as they come. . See all my suits are Calvin Klein. My lucky number, 69.
Hello, I have come from heaven. Down, all these things. My angel wings. Hold to them tight. . Time for you to wake. Sleep, sleep, sleepy head. . Right, to a place of mercy.