I'm not one to run from a challenge Willingly to lay down and die Cash in my chips Call it a day Give up the ghost You choose the cliché Not very often I've folded No matter how lousy my hand And though optimistic I'm not masochistic That's why I got us a plan
For something strange is upon us I can feel it deep in my bones Time to cut our losses Time to cut and run
So meet me on the Bronx side Of the Willis Avenue bridge As dusk turns dusty orange You will know me by the fear in my eyes
While we got something left to lose We gotta get out of this place Blow this busted city And find a state of grace
So meet me on the Bronx side Of the Willis Avenue bridge As dusk turns dusty orange You will know me by the fear in my eyes
While we got something left to lose We gotta get out of this place Blow this busted city And find a state of grace