They say New York is a city of LIGHTS
A Mecca for up-and-coming sodomites
You’ll be making your way to the top of Broadway,
If your resume lists you as “another cliché”
There’ll be an eruption when you cry corruption
But when you’re on the casting couch, boy, you just gotta love ‘em
In New York (Lord have mercy on my soul!)
Some say New York is just like home
You’re surrounded by people but you’re always alone
When in New York you’ll meet loads of folks
That smoke the same junk that the president smokes
You’ll make an exception for your coke connection
Because Father Francis snorts shit after every confession
In New York (Lord have mercy on my soul!)
You’ll eat sleeping pills for lunch
And wear diamonds to dinner
You one day, we is all gonna die
Don’t you want to die a winner?
