Letras:
Reed Lou Nyc Man

m a New York city man, baby Say "go" and that is that New York city man, you just say "go" and that is that I'm a New York city man, you just say "go

Pedro lives out of Wilshire Hotel Looks out a window without glass Walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feet The old man beats him 'cause he

You know man When I was a young man in high school You believe in or not I wanted to play football for the coach And all those older guys They said that

Legendary hearts Tearing up apart With stories of their love Their great transcendent loves While we stand here and fight And lose another night Of legendary

What a perfect day, drink Sangria in the park Later when it gets dark, we go home Ooh such a perfect day feed animals in the zoo Then later a movie, too

get all emotional And sometimes man, they just don't act rational You know, they think they're just on TV Sha la la la, man Why don't you just slip

Hey now, bitch, now, baby You better make your face Get out of here, quick Maybe your, was getting, ah, too rich It ain?t like we ain?t Never seen this

The last shot should've killed me, pour another drink Let's drink to the last shot And the blood on the dishes in the sink Blood inside the coffee cup

of the squalor There was war in his body And it caused his brain to holler Make the sacrifice Mutilate my face If you need someone to kill I'm a man