Come see the vampires of New York
Come lose your mind in Central Park
But dont leave your soul behind
Come take in 8th street after dark
Such peculiar people youll remark
You might even see a murder
And all the whores on Bleecker Street
They wear the blissful grin
Caused by the drugs they take
To relieve them of their sins
And "oh lord I think shes dying"
I heard somebody say
I think shes dying
And "oh oh lord I think shes dying"
Or maybe shes already dead
And maybe shes gone to Mars
Maybe we could even write
Her epitaph in the stars
Itd say "If you go away from here...
If you go a million miles..."
Come downtown to see them go
Into the den of the vampires of New York
But please watch your step
As youre getting off, kids
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