N.Y. NOODLE TOWN

We’re roaming the city where the streets bear no seed
And as far as you can see, there’s anger and need
When one finds treason as life’s reason
Confusion and depression bred by manipulation
This is our city for your lucky chance
Where you watch people drink, and drink and dance
The mind’s a bomb, messing our land
This confusion and depression bred by intimidation
Where we’re running, running, running
To the horizon of our dreams
New York, noodle town
New York, noodle town
New York, noodle town
This is the valley of silent fears
Where the dead meet dead and watch the living cry
This is the valley of silent tears
The wet pan alley called a city
While we’re running, running, running
To the horizon of our dreams
New York, noodle town
New York, noodle town
New York, noodle town
New York, noodle town
New York, noodle town
New York, noodle town
New York, noodle town
New York, noodle town
New York, New York, noodle town