alphabet city is haunted
constantina feels right at home
she probably won't
No bad dream fucker's gonna boss me around
Christian brothers gonna
They're waking you up to close the bar
the street's wet
I'm a junkyard full of false starts
and I don't need
A low riding junkie girl
rode down south to your little
your hand on his arm
Haystack charm around your neck
While the hands are pointing up midnight
Your a question mark
Here in line where stupid shit collides
With dying shooting stars
All
Killing a southern belle is all you know how to
Everything is exactly right
When I walk around here drunk every
i'm waiting for the train
the subway that only goes one
Keep your things in a place meant to hide
But I
