"New York" lyrics
Hotel in Manhattan, hotel in Manhattan
Listening to Africa on the radio
Bright red Levi's, a token to remember
Who I am, who I am
When I leave this town
Phantoms on the street
They're kicking on my feet
The fake CDs and mini-bars
Yeah, they got me broke
I'm going to the store
3 A.M. and sore
We're gonna play a show 'cause we need it
Yeah, we need it
One day, two day, maybe three
We'll carry along till we feel nothing at all
And then we go again
One day, two day, maybe three
I've been singing this song but I feel nothing at all
And then we'll go again
Hotel in Manhattan, hotel in Manhattan
Listening to Africa on the radio
Up waiting for coffee
New York, I chose to party
You ate me up, spat me out
Then you made me pay
I will always walk down the street, my friend
Like I own this place
I will always love this sound of being
Sucked into this city
One day, two day, maybe three days
We'll carry along till we feel nothing at all
And then we'll go again
One day, two day, maybe three
I've been singing this song but I feel nothing at all
And then we'll go again
Clean cut goddess on the moonshine
Her cheek shines brighter
Than the moonlight shines
Clean cut goddess on the moonshine
Her cheek shines brighter
Than the moonlight shines
See ya
Then we all know
How to shine
Dirty bright
One day, two day, maybe three
We'll carry along till we feel nothing
And then we'll go again
One day, two day, maybe three
I've been singing this song but I feel nothing at all
I feel, I feel, I feel
One day, two day, maybe three
We'll carry along till we feel nothing
And then we'll go again
Clean cut goddess on the moonshine
Her cheek shines brighter
Than the moonlight shines
Clean cut goddess on the moonshine
Her cheek shines brighter
Than the moonlight shines
Clean cut goddess on the moonshine
Her cheek shines bright, shines bright, shines bright
Yeah (uh huh)
Listening to Africa on the radio
Bright red Levi's, a token to remember
Who I am, who I am
When I leave this town
Phantoms on the street
They're kicking on my feet
The fake CDs and mini-bars
Yeah, they got me broke
I'm going to the store
3 A.M. and sore
We're gonna play a show 'cause we need it
Yeah, we need it
One day, two day, maybe three
We'll carry along till we feel nothing at all
And then we go again
One day, two day, maybe three
I've been singing this song but I feel nothing at all
And then we'll go again
Hotel in Manhattan, hotel in Manhattan
Listening to Africa on the radio
Up waiting for coffee
New York, I chose to party
You ate me up, spat me out
Then you made me pay
I will always walk down the street, my friend
Like I own this place
I will always love this sound of being
Sucked into this city
One day, two day, maybe three days
We'll carry along till we feel nothing at all
And then we'll go again
One day, two day, maybe three
I've been singing this song but I feel nothing at all
And then we'll go again
Clean cut goddess on the moonshine
Her cheek shines brighter
Than the moonlight shines
Clean cut goddess on the moonshine
Her cheek shines brighter
Than the moonlight shines
See ya
Then we all know
How to shine
Dirty bright
One day, two day, maybe three
We'll carry along till we feel nothing
And then we'll go again
One day, two day, maybe three
I've been singing this song but I feel nothing at all
I feel, I feel, I feel
One day, two day, maybe three
We'll carry along till we feel nothing
And then we'll go again
Clean cut goddess on the moonshine
Her cheek shines brighter
Than the moonlight shines
Clean cut goddess on the moonshine
Her cheek shines brighter
Than the moonlight shines
Clean cut goddess on the moonshine
Her cheek shines bright, shines bright, shines bright
Yeah (uh huh)
