Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ Walkin' after dark In the New York City park The blood left on the dance floor Runnin', runnin' red The bullet that you asked for Killin' you to death Voices in my head are sayin'

Oh oh raise your hands (Raise your hands) when you want to let a feeling show (Raise your hands) from New York to Chicago (Raise your hands) from New Jersey to Tokyo You're under the gun out on the run Gonna set the night on fire (Raise your hands) when

The black freighter Then one night there's a scream in the night There's a ship And the ship "Kill them now, or later?" You people can watch while I'm scrubbing these floors And I'm scrubbin' the floors while you're gawking Maybe once ya tip me and it

That shares our fate and deserves our pity I don't want to remember it all Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on There's a room in a hotel in New York City And there's a jet black crow droning on and on and on Up above our heads droning on and on and on The

Heart breaker, heart breaker Oh yeah, oh yeah Want to tear your world apart I want to tear that world The police in New York City They chased a boy right through the park And in a case of mistaken identity The put a bullet through his heart Heart

Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Mama, wipe the blood off of my face I can't see through it anymore I need someone to talk to in a new hiding place Feel like I´m looking at heaven´s door Mama I can hear that thunder roar Echoing down from god´s

New York, New York Broken glass in the hallway, bloodstained floors Neighbors, look at every bag you bring through your doors Lock the top lock, momma shoulda cuffed me to the radiator Why not? It might've saved later from my block N.Y. cops, hookers

Oh oh oh oh it's international love You put it down like New York City I never sleep wild like Los Angeles My fantasy hotter than Miami I feel the heat You're international, so international Whoa whoa oh whoa whoa oh, international love You can't catch

But I’ll be buried in Detroit Buried in Detroit Next to my father, and my father’s father too I used to live in New York City But, baby, that ain’t no substitute Not for my hometown That place people avoid I’ve made love in every city Whoa ho, whoa ho

Ladies and gentlemen, you coulda been anywhere in the world tonight But you’re here with us in New York City Are you ready for a cabinet meeting? The issue on the table Secretary Hamilton’s plan to assume state debt and establish a national bank