Vārdi:
The New York Room Haunted

of shadow in times of sorrow I am waiting waiting for tomorrow tomorrow never comes the day is broken broken by the night and the night is forever haunts

, took a cab to Hawthorne I know where he's goin' You can't hide in an empty apartment with a mattress And no protection, with a New York psycho Bombshells

than a circular from the amalgamated aluminum company of america inquiring into his zoning needs. at least they cared enough to E. it was a new york

carried me out there to say hello They told me that I stopped the show. So I grew up in a crazy world of dressing rooms And hotel rooms and waiting rooms And rooms

That what they read in the Rolling Stone has really come to be And trying to avoid a taste of that reality On an early New York mornin' a mirror in the

than a circular form the Amalgamated Aluminum Company of America inquiring into his awing needs. At least they cared enough to write. It was a New York

shoot bullets and I don't shoot blanks My style is supreme - number one is my rank And I got more power than the New York Yanks If Miuzi wasn't heavy

they've got too many names and psychoses All this incriminating evidence would surely haunt me If someone broke into my house Suits in the living room

banks I don't shoot bullets and I don't shoot blanks My style is supreme - number one is my rank And I got more power than the New York Yanks If