The wild wide eye with her painted wing. She crushed the gray boy. Don't you know my selfishness was my suicide. Her painted wing became my suicide, suicide.
Come on. . Yeah, NYC, the place to be. Look at all the rock heads like you and me. Push against the pavement, take it to the street. Sick of all the hype now riding on the beat, yeah.
It's funny how people stare. When your back's against the wall. It's funny how people stare. When your back's against the wall. . I reach out my hand, I reach out my hand.