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the blind leading the blind
We don't make it prime time till we dyin'

The New York Times
The New York Times
The New York Times
(Extra, extra, read all about
were in the New York Times obituary
There's no record, no tape, no book, no movie
Some photographs and some memories
Sometimes I dial your phone
the people pass me by
It could be that it has no end
Just an action junkie's lullaby

New York City
We were full of the stuff that every dream rested
As if
the people pass me by
It could be that it has no end
Just an action junkie's lullaby

New York City
We were full of the stuff that every dream rested
As if
New York City! (Keith Turbo) 
You're listening to the number one 
The one and only (Keith Turbo) 
Keith (Keith Turbo) Turbo 
Pontiac  GTO
to your place
We sit and chat, chat about New York and trips to the bayou
My smile a trick, tricking me and trying not to scare you
And a ship with eight
of New York, most of the rides were trucks until I reached the Hudson Bay and began to hitch in small mail planes. The pilots were usually guys who'd gone
New York here's our wolf like shadow
Hey New York our old friend

this roof could be my bed
Blankets feel like the night sky
Blankets feel better
And ain't nothin' wrong with standing still and relaxing
And spendin' some of that cash that Uncle Sam is gonna tax
A New York demeanor, sit back in
Walk from new york to los angeles and throw the bones away
You gotta be born blind and cannot see
Yo' bitches have the pocks in the ass so bad they
Can tell by the way she blows. 
    
Asked the depot agent, 
"Please let me ride the blinds". 
Asked the depot agent, 
"Please let me ride
yea regardless
VVS yea yea we flawless
You do what you gotta do, we do what we wanna do


New york party of the year, my spot
These bitches look
I felt that fifth all on yo waist
And you know

Now all you hear is New York this, New York that
Let's keep it real motherfuckers, I brought New York
Lean, push off
Lean, push off
Lean, push off
A million kings in New York 

Pretend I'm human 

Witness riffs and useless gifts
Twist to console
Born in Kansas
On an ordinary plain
Ran to New York
But ran away from fame
Only seventeen
When all your dreams came true
But all you wanted was
In the streets of New York
Dope fiends are leaning for morphine
The TV screen followed the homicide scenes
You live here, you're taking a chance
In the streets of New York
Dope fiends are leaning for morphine
The TV screen followed the homicide scenes
You live here, you're taking a chance
Oh, God! 
Sole has no eyes. 

Could be Jerusalem, or it could be Cairo
Could be Berlin, or it could be Prague
Could be Moscow, could be New York
In the streets of New York
Dope fiends are leaning for morphine
The TV screen followed the homicide scenes
You live here, you're taking a chance
Born in Kansas
On an ordinary plain
Ran to New York
But ran away from fame
Only seventeen
When all your dreams came true
But all you wanted was
rap, no tale spinning, such is the life of a
Kam-I-Ka-Ze pilot
We wilin' out of control until we all make the funny papers like Comic-Con
Feared in all
and your granny dead
Even though I'm in Mexico
I rep New York like Plexico
Look, switch my name, now I'm celebrating Hanukkah
Lewinsky b****es, young
yo,
I'm a bad what? bout to get a mani-ped
I'm the big bad wolf and your granny dead
Even though I'm in Mexico
I rep New York like Plexico
Look, switch
to touch the New York sky, oh yes
My love is so blind
I just cannot hear or see the world go by, oh yes
Someone can love so completely
One kiss should
I was walking in New York City and I brushed up against the man in front of
me. I felt a cardboard placard on his back. And when we passed