I H8 NY

Days Dazed Coffee The city lies awake The World's Fair The world is unfair Flushing Meadows down the drain No more couches No more sessions A carousel of regression Tower of hate In the Vampire State Lincoln Tunneled through my skull The Queensboro's a perfect hole They've raised the fare upon my soul And now I cannot pay the toll When a shoe becomes a train becomes a bus becomes a duck When you duck because a plane became a flame became a flag That flag became a rag to wipe The blood spilled on the rug They're yelling chug They're yelling chug They're yelling gun They're yelling gun So run, so run