Bowery is tame
Not the way, it used to be
Kids come out of nowhere
Due to be beach
Prepared to tell
Nothing to see
Here
Here
Prepared to tell
Nothing to see
Here
Here
Hunger is strange
Keeps happening to me
The lady's not a narc
She's just a lady
Prepared to fail
Fail to prepare
Prepared to fail
Fail to prepare
Wait at the corner
Meet me you know where
I can hardly see
This side of glass
Men chase past
Without turning round
When's your next show
Should I even talk
Or hit him with a chain
Something tells me you
You're wrong
In fact, you're very wrong
The more you see, walking
He's not the man
Used to be
Prepared to feel
Fail to prepare
Prepared to fail
Fail to prepare
Wait, at the corner
Meet me you know where
I can hardly see
This side of glass
Men are chasing past
Without turning round
When's your next show, should I even talk
Or hit them with a chain
