Oh, the city rain    It floods the city streets    And in my city bed    Out of my fuckin' head    Is it snowing in space?    God I wish I could talk to you    Is it snowing in space?       And all the city snow    Freezes the Chelsea Hotel    It stones the Chelsea girls    It stones the Chelsea boys    Is it snowing in space?    God I wish I could talk to you    Is it snowing in space?       How does your body feel today?    I forgot to ask    Genius in a hospital bed with brier patch hair   It just isn't fair    Taking bullets for a team of bad poets   How is it up there?    Taking bullets for the team   I really miss you    I really miss you    I really miss you    I really miss you   I fucked you over a million times    I fucked you over a million times    I fucked you over a million times and you died   You died   You died   You really died       I am going to push them way    Fall into the leaves of the winter trees    Drowning slowly, lonely my city rain