Bowery is tame

Not the way it used to be

Kids come out of nowhere

Due to be beach

Prepared to tell

Nothing to see

Here

Here

Prepared to tell

Nothing to see

Here

Here

Hunger is strange

Keeps happening to me

The lady's not a narc

She's just a lady

Prepared to fail

Fail to prepare

Prepared to fail

Fail to prepare

Wait at the corner

Meet me you know where

I can hardly see

This side of glass

Men chase past

Without turning round

When's your next show

Should I even talk

Or hit him with a chain

Something tells me

You're wrong

In fact you're very wrong

The more you see walking

He's not the man

Used to be

Prepared to feel

Fail to prepare

Prepared to fail

Fail to prepare

Wait at the corner

Meet me you know where

I can hardly see

This side of glass

Men are chasing past

Without turning round

When's your next show

Should I even talk

Or hit them with a chain