Feeling New York Brush through my hair We fall for East Village But we're insincere. Aren't we. Aren't we. For we find no meaning In this post-modern scene They thought times were a changing But now that's some Hippie dream. Hippie dream. And I'm watching Orion reach out from the shore I hate his still hourgla** for shifting After I'm gone. 'Cause time sticks to me, leaves me dead on the floor. My grave set among many, A boy lost in the belly of the world. Did it ever seem strange When we would say, hey, Life ain't worth living. 'Cause we know that d**h leads to zeros Or infinities And that's scary Simple but scary, simple but scary Ain't that contrary, Then life is the party. It is. Everyone knows These fake hipsters know It's like St. George is here But their dragons just want to keep sleeping. Saw Ginsberg beset in the corner market We can't face our d**h so we Can't mine our lives of meaning. And I'm watching Orion reach out from the shore I hate his still hourgla** for shifting After I'm gone. 'Cause time sticks to me, leaves me dead on the floor. My grave set among many, A boy lost in the belly of the world. Does it ever seem strange That we keep laughing and it never gets boring Keep on the laughing, the crying, the screaming And it never gets boring When we're stuck in the feeling, A bit all-consuming, And in that there's meaning There's all the meaning There's all my meaning For I am the rapture, I am the reaper, I am the ether, And I'm the seer. For I am the ether, I am the ether, And there is no time. Feeling New York Brush through my hair We fall for East Village But we're insincere. Aren't we. Aren't we.