good god, yeah!  well, sugar ain't so sweet with blood on your feet  said welcome to the world around ya  if you want out ya gotta get it done  ain't nobody here to help ya  momma's in the bathroom fixing her addiction  gotta make herself feel better  businessman he come and kill it all for fun  walk away and leave ya dying  hey, hey, hey what da ya say?  new york city  has put the devil in me  down to missouri  my daddy was a poor boy  he ain't got nothing  just another hard-luck champion  got to earn that money  got to get himself a better way  around the back, outside the right man's shack  see the joker and the fallen hero  just beggin' for some wine and a little time  to pick themselves up from zero  i don't want no free ride cause i got too much pride  but a pain like this i'll sure remember  seems luck is only bad and love is only sad  when life is now or never  hey, hey, hey what da ya say?  new york city  has put the devil in me  down in missouri  my daddy was a poor boy  he ain't got nothing  just another hard-luck champion  got to earn his money  got to get himself a better way  [guitar solo]  goin' southbound on the break  went to the old man to find the answer  and he said the river knows  been to the old man to hear the story  and this is how the story goes  it goes bang! and you're dead!  life's like a bullet to the head  boy there ain't no black or white  only wrong and right, what da ya say?  new york city  has put the devil in me  down in missouri  my daddy was a poor boy  he ain't got nothing  just another hard-luck champion  got to earn his money  got to get himself a better way  get a better way