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 eats into my blood

well, they 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.



they say i must be crazy ?cause i don't' care who i hit, who i hit.

cause i know its me that's hitting 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 a real has been, has been



as I cuddled the porcupine he said i had none to blame but me

gave my heart, deep in hell, time to shave, shave it off, it off

no time for romantic escape and your fluffy heart is ready for rape

no, no time for romantic escape and your fluffy heart is ready for rape



off we go.

off we go

off we go

you're sitting in your comfort who don't believe' i'm real

you cannot buy protection for the way that i feel

your progressive hypocrites handing out their trash

it was mine in the first place so i'll burn it to ash.



when i've eaten all the strongest meats

and laid them down in coloured sheets

laid them down in colored sheets

well, who needs illusions,

of love and affection when you're out walking in the streets,

your mainline connection connection



as i cuddled the porcupine he said i had none to blame but me

held my heart deep in hell time to shave, shave it off, it off.

no time for romantic escape and your fluffy heart is ready for rape.

no. no time for romantic escape



and your fluffy heart is ready for rape.

no. no time for romantic escape

and your fluffy heart is ready for rape.

no time. back in new york city.