New York Simon Underground

i hate their fun, no fun
wasted and droll, so droll
they break my bones, my bones
you rape my son, my son

she was on the take
i was on my wake
it was time for urban swine
to take their pills and drink their wine
but i was always late

she cracked my head, my head
broken and red, so red
they stay and shed, they shed
iíll see you dead, so dead

he was on the take
all the things i hate
even with my crown of thorns
and still with my black heart burn
but i was always late