I have devils on my mind
And the hour's getting late
There's
(Eine, zwei, drei, vier)
we find our songs
in fashion magazines
we read
Twenty years ago I rode
By helicopter to the sky
I laughed
behold the beauty that surrounds us
see the wonders we take
Go to the empire state and watch the city lights
Hear
The muffled beat of distant music someone celebrates
It's hunting season
You burn the ground to hold your position
You ran away
I think
You are
Not my friend
I think
You're not
On my side
I think
I