Текст песни Marcy Playground - The Vampires Of New York
Marcy Playground - The Vampires Of New York слова песни
Come see the vampires of New YorkCome lose your mind in Central ParkBut don`t leave your soul behind Come take in 8th street after darkSuch peculiar people you`ll remarkYou might even see a murderAnd all the whores on Blecker StreetThey wear the blissful grinCaused by the drugs they takeTo relieve them of their sinsAnd "oh lord I think she`s dying" I head somebody sayI think she`s dyingAnd "oh lord I think she`s dying"Or maybe she`s already dead and maybe she`s gone to MarsMaybe we could write her epitaph in the starsIt`d say "If you go away from here..If you go a million miles..."Come downtown to see them goInto the den of the vampires of New YorkBut please watch your step as you`re getting off, kids