Chinatown -

And throw 'em out the door

I’ll follow 'em out and if you want

If you want more

Bring a bag, some money

Food stamps, whatever

In this part of town, boy

You get a lot for your money

Spending time with family friends

Pleasure in unknown weather

Associates on the landscape

Sovereign from their rulers

I braid arrows in my hair and ambush your radio

It’s a history lesson, my money’s missing

It’s how I get my pleasure

Chinatown, run aground

Broadway turned it down

Chinatown, run aground

Downtown turned it 'round

He waits in the shadows

A black leather jacket

So close are we now

I know he can smell it

Our hope, our desire

Our money in hand

On Chinese New Year

We’re gonna burn the white dog, man

Though all around town there are risks to be taken

Bars to fall out of and asses shakin'

In twenty-four hours, in twenty-four blocks

I couldn’t count more faces, understand less talk

Oh, oh, oh

Chinatown, run aground

Broadway turned it down

Chinatown, run aground

Downtown turned it 'round

Chinatown

Chinatown

China, China, Chinatown

China, China, Chinatown