Casey Neill and the Norway Rats
We Are the City
they're selling incense on the corner, the sweet smell fills the airthe Krishna punks are dancing and ringing the bells down on Tompkins Squarethe beautiful and the broken, the ramshackle and the rakehellI'm drinking down on 11th and A with all my favorite wastrelsWe are the city, we are its pulse and its beatWe are the city, see us tramp the streetssteam rises from the iron grates, the smoke it fills my lungsyou can hear the sounds of all the world sung in a thousand tongues the subway mariachi, the arias dying strainsand the busker in the station singing of escapades out on the D trainWe are the city, in all its joy and painWe are the city, our sins washed away in the rainGotham, GomorrahWe are the stars dead but still shining, we are the constellationshigh above the rush hour crowd down at the stationthe lunatic asylum on Roosevelt Island, GO in the park in Chinatownand the Loisaida poet, Molloch he's calling it downWe are the City, it all its joy and sorrowWe are the City, a prayer for all tomorrowGotham, Gomorrah
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