Feeding the bad gas habit,
Shake it up, break it down,
Shake it up, break it down,
things you're watching all around
Broadway streetlight glass
It's the boulevard where the old priests
saw salvation at the midnight mass
Shake it up, break it down,
Shake it up, break it down,
pleasure waiting all around
Say what? I couldn't hear you
You're looking for something,
You better know what you want
Feel and hear the naked fear
Take your pleasure where you can
Terrorists on every block
Take it up, break it down
It ain't over, take it all down
I couldn't quite hear you
You're looking for something
You'll never know what you want
The hunger's always palpable,
There's endless possibilities,
the city seeks fresh meat
Did she fall in love while she
Just another dream denied,
just another sidewalk chalk line
Desperation, a sticky heart,
the wrong word starts a fight
Lost for crime in equal measure
It's a concrete jungle on a summer's night
Say, whoa, I couldn't quite hear you
Say, whoa, I couldn't quite hear you
You better know what you want
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