Lower East Side

Turning Orchard on to Rivington, can be a
Luxury or a diligence, in the
Heat of night or the cold of dawn
You never understand, you feel so drawn
Welcome to the Johnsons feeds your buzz, but then its
Time to prowl, peacock your duds, you gotta
Make your name and then get out, cos its
Outside the twenty seven count
Now you find your failing at the stage
Its so easy to meet this with rage
Living for it, never really paying for it
Even Tuesday your knocked out
Territory, broken glass and vodka tonics
Cos your friends are, anyone who'll pull you up, when you fall
Livin in it, paper bags and dollar dinners
Even Tuesday your strung out
Territory, broken dreams with empty promise
Cos your life is, not the work of art that you like to talk
Turning left you see someone, who has a
Look of love or maybe glum, she takes a
Small step back, then starts to run
Your instinct, doesn't think, to tell someone
Now its, 5am illegal bar, y'see a
Friendly face, act like a czar, you gotta
Show your worth to those who's out, cos its
Outside the twenty seven count
Cross back to St. Marks when at last you call
No chance of a cab, you'll have to crawl
Living for it, never really paying for it
Even Tuesday your knocked out
Territory, broken glass and vodka tonics
Cos your friends are, anyone who'll pull you up, when you fall
Livin in it, paper bags and dollar dinners
Even Tuesday your strung out
Territory, broken dreams with empty promise
Cos your life is, not the work of art that you like to talk
Brocken from it, never really handlin' it
Maybe Wednesday you'll cave in
Melancholy, Lennox Hill or Tudor City
Not a world that, features in the mind you have right now