Come on, come on drama, come on Draw it, scratch it and say it, say it Make it to the bottom ladder climb And drop an apple off the top it stop it I don't want to eat it Need it, know it, force it, feed it, leave it, be it Just keep it in its box
What easy used to be What love used to be What drugs used to be What TV used to be What music used to be What luck used to be What art used to be What you used to be
Come on, come on drama, come on Drawl your skin your mile longer Love song sure it tells the future Fingers crushed and run 'em under water Shark infested sea of secrets in the open fire Beat it, don't believe it Just keep it in its box
What easy used to be What fun used to be What dreaming used to be What fame used to be
What the city used to be What fast used to be What low used to be What New York used to be What New York used to be What New York used to be What New York used to be What New York used to be