42nd Street

Sometimes I think the world ends on 42nd street
Where every marquee light discloses one more man's defeat.
And women lounge in hallways
Pancaked make up like a sheet
Of white paper.

Sometimes I think the limits of existence are defined
By decaying movie houses where lost causes are enshrined.
And fate waits in the arcade while another shoe is shined.
You can't escape her.

Want to buy a wrist watch
The tattooed con man says
You can get something for nothing if you try.
Walk inside the peep show
Don't just pass it by
If it's wiggling flesh that grabs your eye.

The streets frayed 'round the edges
Like a girly magazine
And everything you're gonna see
You have already seen

But still you flock to watch the figures
On the great wide screen
Dream inflator.

It's horror shows and hotdogs
And spaghetti by the plate
That makes you think you're early
When you're 40 years too late
To see the Zigfield Follies
Now the films are the second rate
And no greater.

Want to buy a wrist watch
The tattooed con man says
You can get something for nothing if you try.
Walk inside the peep show.
Don't just pass it by.
If it's wiggling flesh that grabs your eye.

Sometimes I think the world ends on 42nd street
Where every marquee light discloses one more man's defeat
And women lounge in hallways
Pancaked make up like a sheet
Of white paper.

Of white paper
Of white paper.