So hold, hold on to all the nights that make us feel we belong. I know, I know the punch clock doesn't chime, it tolls. Prolong, prolong all the time
boulevard in Ole' New York.? Well if that's the case, then this is the biggest fucking pothole I have ever seen. We're all so stubborn, anxious, and detached. And
a trust and deliver what you say. A word of mouth pledge you take to your grave. Care about more than the just your own gains. Buy and sell your lives
out, But the stillness of these rooms keeps our voices tucked away. And the scarceness of sunlight and the glow of the TV keeps the sentiment in short supply. And
relative to where you begin. If you can hear me, I'll catch you up quickly. And if you're with me, just grab my hand and sing, We will not be told where
All my friends are into liquid trends, when they drink what they can and they pretend to dance. When the volume's up, and the lights go down, and the
Let's all hang our heads in light of the recent events, with temperatures set. And we can try To ignore this great white elephant, A fine representative
name on the desk, Erase it and write it again. I don't blame you. I have trouble paying attention too. Scribble my head with horns, a bad suit, and a
election to remind us that there's a war on. It shouldn't take a song For us to come together and scream That "We're still here and we're still pissed
of relief as the gas prices go down, And turn our headphones up to ignore the wrecking ball sound. You got damn damn good at sleeping with the lights on, And
! Fuck Seinfeld Fuck Famous Rays Fuck Times Square - Fuck New York! Fuck the Upper West Side Fuck the Lower East Side Fuck Broadway - Fuck New York! Turn on my TV and
the tunnel. And now we're coming up to the tunnel. Up to the tunnel. And then as you get into the tunnel, you'll start to sense something. And then
dog and bone, we pass through, Elephant and Castle, take the backstreets to save the hastle, deliverin a parcel, Over the bridge and through the tunnel
