'Round and 'round they go Throw it up, watch it fall and drop Than to get down in a hole 1500, all in singles (straight up!) Rather be strapped and ride with a pole Champions, we run the city Number one, they fallin' from the top 'Round and 'round they

Yeah, they’ll tell you now, you’re the lucky one And they’ll tell you now, you’re the lucky one Let me tell you now, you’re the lucky one New to town with a made up name in the Angel city, chasing fortune and fame And the camera flashes, make it look

Airplanes cut through the clouds Like angels can fly, we'll never die Sirens cut through the night Like screams that are fire, rising up high Like I've something to prove, nothing to lose In this city, in this city oh Most of my life

Que pasa, New York? New York City, back in New York City, New York City Standing on the corner Just me and Yoko Ono We was waiting for Jerry to land Up come a man with a guitar in his hand Singing, "Have a marijuana if you can" His name was David Peel

They know that it's almost over They know that it's almost In time, I will leave the city For now, I will stay alive Of tending to this fire I've used up all I've collected I have singed my hands

Yeah, they’ll tell you now, you’re the lucky one And they’ll tell you now, you’re the lucky one Let me tell you now, you’re the lucky one New to town with a made up name in the Angel city, chasing fortune and fame And the camera flashes, make it look

Is it too late to come on home Are all those bridges now old stone Can the city forgive, I hear its sad song Without your love I'll be So long and lost, are you missing me But it's too late to come on home Lost in the fog, these hollow hills Blood

Late nights in the city, causin' hell Burn this bitch into the ground, oh well If all we got tonight, let's do this right Let's do this right Let's go to (paradise) When you right here, I come alive One more hit and we can fly This shit feel like

Are we growing up or just going down? It's just a matter of time until we're all found out 'Cause I swear I'd burn this city down to show you the light Take our tears, put 'em on ice I'll keep singing this lie Take our tears, put them on ice The best

Stood there leaning to the city moon, Casting silhouettes tall to grip her white rooms The black-clad voyeur in his black-clad masque In the serpentine sun of tragedy basked Stood there cursing at the soul-dead mass With their fabled illusions, the vain