The Vampires Of New York — текст песни (marcy playground)

Come see the vampires of New York
Come lose your mind in Central Park
But don`t leave your soul behind
Come take in 8th street after dark
Such peculiar people you`ll remark
You might even see a murder

And all the whores on Blecker Street
They wear the blissful grin
Caused by the drugs they take
To relieve them of their sins

And oh lord I think she`s dying I head somebody say
I think she`s dying
And oh lord I think she`s dying

Or maybe she`s already dead and maybe she`s gone to Mars
Maybe we could write her epitaph in the stars
It`d say If you go away from here..If you go a million miles...
Come downtown to see them go
Into the den of the vampires of New York
But please watch your step as you`re getting off, kids