Lyric The Vampires of New York

(J. Wozniak)

Come see the vampires of New York
Come lose your mind in Central Park
But don t leave your soul behind
Come take in 8th street after dark
Such peculiar people you ll remark
You might even see a murder

And all the whores on Blecker Street
They wear the blissful grin
Caused by the drugs they take
To relieve them of their sins

And "oh lord I think she s dying" I head somebody say
I think she s dying
And "oh lord I think she s dying"

Or maybe she s already dead and maybe she s gone to Mars
Maybe we could write her epitaph in the stars
It d say "If you go away from here..If you go a million miles..."
Come downtown to see them go
Into the den of the vampires of New York
But please watch your step as you re getting off, kids