Black 47 - New York Town Lyrics
Too much pain, too much sorrowEyes bone dry, get on with our tomorrowsI wake up in a pool of tears and sweatCryin' for some friends I ain't never even metThen I hear the drone of a low-flyin' planeAnd oh my God, here we go again!Skyscrapers blowin' up inside my headScreamin' at a fireman whose radio is deadFlyin' in a chopper over the TowersGet out of there, my sisters and brothersI been tellin' everybody since 1993These radios are gonna be the death of meAin't no smoke without a fireThe people want answers not patronizin'Somethin' goin' down, New York TownSomethin' goin' downSomethin' goin' down, New York TownSomethin' goin' downI been talkin' to a man from the CIAHey we got you covered, kid, everything is okayThen why the hell ain't we had an investigationIt's just too complicated'sides you just don't get the political implicationsAnd you sound like a commie from the United Nations.Too man friends, too many heroesDust in the wind - Ground ZeroToo many cowboys, too many martyrsToo many questions, not enough answersWas no one lookin' out for us, is that so simplisticBrothers and sisters all becomin' statisticsAin't no smoke.I dreamed I saw the White House - an oil well in the yardWas I just bein' paranoid?SUVs, SOBs, gas guzzlersDidn't conservation go out with Jimmy CarterIs it just me and my imaginationOr have we sold out the very spirit of this nation?The talkin' heads are chattering on televisionIn between ads - the new religionI wish they'd leave me here just broken-heartedRight back where I startedThen I hear the rumble of a low flyin' planeAnd, oh my God, this thing is happenin' againAin't no smokeOrphan of the StormGet off the plane at KennedyGot a dream in your heartThough it's down in your bootsGot a hundred quid in your pocketAnd a couple of addressesIn Woodside and the BronxAnd you fit in like a fist in a gloveWith the other hard chaws on the gangSome are runnin' from themselvesSome are runnin' from God and manAnd you drink to dull the memoryOf why you strayed from homeTo the concrete fields of New York CityAn orphan of the stormThe gangerman looks at youRespect in his eyesHe knows you'll work until you drop'Cause there's a black rage eatin' away inside youYou'd walk through walls, sonBefore you'd ever give upAnd at night you're like a phantomNailin' every you one you canIt's better than lyin' awake in the darkThinkin' of her with another manBut she'll never take your dreams awayThat's not why you've comeTo the canyoned streets of New York CityAn orphan of the stormYou only went back onceYou just had to be sureKindness in her eyesYou saw only pity thereSo drink up your Jamesons whiskeyWash it down with pintsObliteration on the rocksThen out of here in the dawn's hungover lightSo you put her far behind youYou hardly think of her anymoreWell, maybe on a rainy Sunday nightYou're the gangerman yourself nowGot a new job down the TradesAnd every little thing's gonna be alrightThen they blew you to sweet JesusOn that grand September dayNot a cloud on your horizonYour heart finally okayBut they couldn't take your dreams awayThey were not for sale or loanOn the shattered streets of New York CityThis orphan has finally come home
