Naked City Lyrics

Thursday came, I was tired of the fire engines

Tired of the taxi cabs, tired of the elevators

Tired of the door-man smiling, when I know he wants to

Kick off his shoes and jump around like a fire cracker

From the sidewalk trains about to pass

It smells like, hot open steaming ass

I gotta get out, gotta get the hell out

I gotta get out, get the hell out

Ran through the streets

Threw off my clothes, onto the ground

Laughed as we danced around

One with the city

Drank from the fountains

Swam through the pavement

Nice to see you shine again

Good to know you've got a friend

I built a campfire in my, in my 14309

West 17th Street apartment complex

Marshmallows roasted by a candlestick

Quick, get the water, it's gettin' out of hand, yo

Little glowing constellations, on my ceiling, everywhere
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House plants covering, our naked butts are bare

Grab the kitten, 'cos the critters getting bored

I'm gonna pick a big fat booger for the Lord

Ran through the streets

Threw off my clothes, onto the ground

Laughed as we danced around

One with the city

Drank from the fountains

Swam through the pavement, suddenly I looked around

Nice to see you shine again

Good to know you've got a friend

Ran through the streets

Threw off my clothes, onto the ground

Laughed as we danced around

One with the city

Drank from the fountains

Swam through the pavement, suddenly I looked around

Nice to see you shine again

Good to know you've got a friend

Nice to see you shine again

Good to know you've got a friend