Lies, lies. You're telling me that you'll be true. Lies, lies. That's all I ever get from you. Tears, tears. I'd shed a million tears for you. Tears, tears.
Oh, the lights shone down on Broadway. They lit up old Times Square. When we waltzed like Fred and Ginger. All along the great White Way. . But you never said that ultimately.
I've been a bad girl, I've been a bad girl. I want to be, good again. . Threw the gun out the window, oh it lit my cigarette. It dropped into the river, it's always easy to forget.
It's Saturday night on the Lower East Side. I'm sittin' here contemplatin' suicide. I just got mugged down in Tompkins Square. When a skinny-assed junkie stuck a bayonet in my ear.
[Incomprehensible]. . Paddy came down to Voodoo City. Met a lady on Bourbon Street. She was dark, she was beautiful. Swept that boy right off his feet.
Wait until dawn. The streets will be cool and clean again. Then it's time to go downstairs, meet the man. He'll be sittin' in a limo with a gun in his hand.
saw something in the paper just the other day,. it was all about a band and the music that they play. black 47 advocates violence,. musical guerillas in their terrorist alliance.
Oh, I see you lookin' from the corner of your eye. As I put on me make-up, hoist me skirt up high. I won't be comin' home tonight, just so as you know.
If it's all so far behind me why does it seem like yesterday. The lark in the morning, your auld lad tossin' hay. The ferry in the harbor dancing jigs upon the waves.
I don't know why it all fell apart. I was too young, you were too smart. I guess you knew. It was goin' nowhere right from the start. . But your memory brings a smile.
Oh, me name, it is Sam Hall, chimney sweep, chimney sweep. Oh, me name, it is Sam Hall, chimney sweep. Oh, me name, it is Sam Hall and I hate you one and all.
I got a job in a band called Black 47. I was doin' nothin' special after 11. Oh we learned some tunes and wrote some songs. And we bought ourselves a drum machine to keep the beat strong.
The strobe was pulsin' in the after-hours, the booze was flowin' free. When I first saw you across that room on down by Houston Street. You were wrapped around a wiseguy for all the world to see.
Another sleepless night. On a foreign shore. Candle flickers by my bed. Locks bolt my door. . I drink too much wine. But it gives my brain relief. Stops the meanderings.
You can wreck my name, vilify me, stretch me on the rack. But I won't bow down to any man, be he white or be he black. Take away my passport, refuse to let me travel.
One starry night as I lay sleepin'. One starry night as I lay in bed. Dreamed I heard wagon wheels a'creakin'. When I awoke, love, found you had fled.
Oh Maureen. . Maureen got married to a sanitation worker. She's livin' out in Brooklyn with her mother in law. And when her old man's sleepin'. Maureen comes creepin' down to the local bar.
Oh Maria, I'm so sorry I wrecked your wedding. You've just gotta believe me. But just the thought of you takin' your clothes off for that jerk. Oh, it got me drinkin'.
Oh, oh, oh, oh. . Chuckie said, "I don't know what's goin' on. I'm down on my knees and I'm ah uh losin' it. Been up and down this New York town. Lookin' for a break just a fair shake of it".
One evening while out strollin' a friend. I chanced to see. He was begging behind a bottle. On Spring and Bowery. . He said, "I got some news for you.