N.Y.C. - Hurricane #1

I wake up, nowhere to go

My whole life is just a one man show

I want a girl, it’s not a sin

I want some more, it’s just the place I’m in

I think I’m lost, I can’t see clear

I’ve been this way for twenty years

I’m going up, I’m coming down

Someone said it’s just a rich man’s town

Ah-ah-ah, and I’m taking the whole thing in

Ah-ah-ah, and I’m letting it all sink in

I’m going out, I’m staying in

I’m only playing 'cause I want to win

You say success should be a crime

I say it helps to pass the time

I knew it once, I learned it twice

Every pleasure has it’s price

Once again, between the eyes

We take the dollar 'cause we’re scared to die

Ah-ah-ah, and we all end up rich and ashamed

Ah-ah-ah, and our analysts can say the same