Blackout, heatwave, .44 caliber homicide
The bums drop dead and dogs go mad
in packs on the West Side
Young girl standing on a ledge looks like another suicide
She wants to hit those bricks
‘cause the news at six gotta stick to a deadline
While the millionaires hide in Beekman Place
the bag ladies throw their bones in my face
I get attacked by a kid with stereo sound -
I don’t want to hear it but he won’t turn it down
Life is tough but it’s just enough
to hold back the tears until it’s closing time
I survived, I’m still alive, but I’m getting close to the borderline