I need a baby to keep me sedated I can't keep runnin' my people, I'm crazy I can't keep goin' to jail, that's fugazi Ain't no more fraud, now I'm legally bankin' Nevada won't even accept me in Vegas You can't keep runnin' 'round here like you made it

That's why New York's my home New York's my home, sweet home But it hasn't got There's a rumor going around That some of you good people Want to leave this town But you better consult me before you go 'Cause I've been in all these places

People round here Call me an airhead The folks round here Red light warning Should go play with the traffic Red light warning Break down coming Know I like a bottle of wine Think I'm better off dead Ain't too refined

I got that tunnel vision for you I only see you I got, I got that tunnel vision for you Zoom, zoom, zoom I know you like it A crowded room anywhere A million people around all I see is you And everything just disappears, disappears, disappears,

Com, commotion, Git, git, git, gone Traffic in the city turns my head around No, no, no, no, no. Backed up on the freeway, backed up in the church, Everywhere you look there's a frown, frown People keep atalkin', they don't say a word Jaw, jaw, jaw, jaw,

Can you tell me where he's gone? I just looked around and he was gone. But it seems the good die young, yeah. You know, he freed a lot of people Has anyone here seen my old friend Abraham? Oh, he freed a lot of people Has anyone here seen my old friend

For the times they are a-changin' Come gather 'round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon You'll be drenched to the bone If your time to you Is worth savin'

Ruth, send in the next patient Dodio-doe, there'll be no nose job Said dodio-doe, no nose job (smarter than that) People say, yo Humpty now that your records is sellin

In the end it all goes away How do I feel What do I say Who can believe you The Kombucha mushroom people Sitting around all day Let your mother pray (sugar) Fuck you, it all goes away I'm not there all the time you know

Com, commotion Git, git, git, gone Traffic in the city turns my head around No, no, no, no, no Backed up on the freeway, I'm backed up in the church Everywhere you look there's a frown, frown People keep a-talkin', they don't say a word Jaw, jaw, jaw,