Back In N.y.c. Lyrics - Sketches (for My Sweetheart The Drunk) - Jeff Buckley

I see faces and traces of home 

Back in New York city 

So you think I'm a tough kid? 

Is that what you heard? 

Well, I like to see some action 

And it gets into my blood 

Oh, let me out of Pontiac 

When I was just seventeen 

I had to get it out of me 

If you know what I mean, what I mean 

You say I must be crazy 

'Cos I don't care who I hit, who I hit 

'Cause I know it's me that's hittin' out 

And I'm not full of shit 

Down by my bottle 

Filled up high with gasoline 

You can tell by the night fires 

Where Rael has been, has been 

As I cuddled the porcupine 

He said I had none to blame, but me 

Held my heart, deep in hair 

Time to shave, shave it off, it off 

No time for romantic escape 

When your fluffy heart is ready for rape, no 

No time for romantic escape 

When your fluffy heart is ready for rape, no 

Off we go 

Off we go 

Off we go 

You're sitting in your comfort 

You don't believe I'm real 

You cannot buy protection 

From the way that I feel 

Your progressive hypocrites 

Hand out their trash 

But it was mine in the first place 

So I'll burn it to ash 

And I've taken all the strongest meats 

And laid them down in coloured sheets 

Laid them down in coloured sheets 

Who needs illusion of love and affection 

When you're out walking in the streets 

With your mainline connection, connection 

As I cuddled the porcupine 

He said I had none to blame, but me 

Held my heart, deep in hair 

Time to shave, shave it off, it off 

No time for romantic escape 

When your fluffy heart is ready for rape, no 

No time for romantic escape 

When your fluffy heart is ready for rape, no 

No time for romantic escape 

When your fluffy heart is ready for rape 

No time 

Back in New York city