Dopesick couples on the lower east side Can't keep it together without being high Hold out your arms and let us save you Hold out your arms and jab it in you Oh oh oh Lead us in alphabet down Can't be polite or dance around Without a proper fix inside the bathroom Or a proper fixing of the hairdo And on the jukebox there's a song I love It plays on and on and on On and on and on If I don't get off the silent May god strike me with lightning I'm sick to death And violently dying to begin In the city In the city With it's songs What a beautiful place [x5]