Another night, another demise, Cadaverous wind blowing cold as ice I'll let the wind blow out the light Cause its gets more painful every time i die. The faint blaze of the candle of my life, Slowly dying like a fire in a pouring rain. No sparks of hope

I went down to the station I leaned against the door She rides on eastern You on the train You know I know the Empire State Any time I hear her blow Then I ask the depot agent Let me ride, let me ride the blind Oh depot agent

My sins from my youth And father, please remove my transgressions Let them blow in the wind like sand 'Cause all of my deeds, you know them Use me as your vessel Shine like the burning candle in the room Lord, don't remember, oh, don't remember Lord,

I got the keys to Heaven now Baes all around and they got my mind spinning Blow that smoke and let me love that fire I don't need no memories They be smokin' now I'm floating higher So good, so good for me This madness so good for me This madness so good

Let the four winds blow Let 'em blow let 'em blow From the east to the west I'll love you the best I like the way you walk I like the way you talk Let me hold your hand Try to understand I want a girl like you To tell my troubles to

Smashin' up, them 'Raris dash out (cash out) 'Member all them nights we used to trap out? Broccoli and collard greens (collard greens) Passin' all them haters, cash out (cash out) Let's party like the '70s Blowin' on hella tree It don't matter to me,

This place about to blow This place about to (This place about to) Throw some glitter Make it rain on him Let me see them Hanes It's time to kill the lights

So put them hands up higher Let's smash this party up This is the blast off It's time to blow this up So best you run for cover We about to hit self destruct Go all my people with me And none of us give a fuck

There's a starman waiting in the sky La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la He'd like to come and meet us But he thinks he'd blow our minds He's told us not to blow it 'Cause he knows it's all worthwhile Let the children lose it Let the children use it

Shoot 'em down, Shoot 'em down, Shoot 'em down, She looks so fine Like champagne or wine No one ever gets her Oh ain't she cool Plays us for fools If we want to let her Across the room she sees some buffoon Blown away by her style