Philip Gla** - NYC: 73-78 lyrics

High High High High Low Low High High Low Low High Low High Low High I'm like the painter Low High Who does abstract painting at home Low High I'm like the painter Who does abstract painting at home But likes to go to the sidewalk And do sketches of people in the street People in the street High Low People in the street High Low People in the street High Low High Low I was living in a wasteland Dominated by these maniacs These complete creeps I was almost k**ed a few times German puppets burnt the Jews Jewish puppets did not choose Puppet vultures eat the dead Puppet corpses they are fed Puppet winds and puppet waves Puppet sailors in their graves Puppet flower Puppet stem Puppet time dismantles them I was living in a wasteland Dominated by these maniacs I was almost k**ed a few times There were six or seven cab drivers murdered a year All around you Except for the imminent violence all around you All the violence around you All around you Except for the imminent violence All around you All around you I was living in a wasteland Imminent violence all around you Except for the imminent Dominated by these maniacs Imminent violence all around you I was almost k**ed a few times The imminent violence all around you Except for the imminent violence all around you There were six or seven cab drivers murdered a year Maniac All around you All around you Violence all around I liked it except for the imminent All around you I liked it except for the imminent All around you All around you Seventy-three Seventy-eight Seventy-three Seventy-eight Seventy-three Seventy-eight Seventy-three Seventy-eight Seventy-three Seventy-eight Seventy-three Seventy-eight Seventy-three Seventy-eight Seventy-three Seventy-eight Seventy-three Seventy-eight Seventy-three Seventy-eight