What New York Used to Be

Coma comma drama come one

Draw it, scratch it, say it

Say it, make it to the bottom

Ladder climb it drop an

apple off the top it stop it

I don't want to eat it

Need it, know it, force it

Feed it, leave it, be it

Just keep it in it's box



What easy used to be

What love used to be

What drugs used to be

What TV used to be

What music used to be

What luck used to be

What art used to be

What you used to be



Coma, comma drama, come on

Drawl your skin your

Your mile longer, love song

Sure it tells the future

Fingers crushed and

Run em' under water shark

Infested sea of secrets

In the open fire beat it

Broke it don't believe it

Just keep it in it's box



What easy used to be

What fun used to be

What dreaming used to be

What fame used to be

What city used to be

What fast used to be

What low used to be

What New York used to be

What New York used to be

What New York used to be

What New York used to be

What New York used to be



Call me, come, come, come on

Tell me, come, come on

Tell me how much better

Whether you're gonna grasp that

Show me how it used to be