In love with a beauty
my mother didn't want
here I am left with no desire
is this a favor mom?
I flew far out of sight
homesick on the streets of New York
where the line between
Right and Wrong is blurred
where Loving became a chore
On the streets of New York
Flesh became plastic,
a nuclear Industry
Don't go below
the streets of New York
where vitamins overflow
the sound of Sirens as usual
Cowboys lacking character and no mercy
On the streets of New York