Caught on the train amuse myself and eavesdrop on those japanese girls Party-planning Chic and lovely broken english She smiles at me and mouths that
Scars are piling high Like fashion magazines Read between the lines So desperate for release Get your new tattoo So we'll all look the same Take the chemicals
Baby Baby Don't be late, World is ending I can't change the way I feel about you now, New York is cold as ever, Still I go out every night, hide myself