I take the PATH to the city,
The other three take the chance to sleep,
Lack of the same and I feel shitty,
My commute turns to a creep,
I walk in crowds on dirty streets,
Lack of sleep and swear it burns my eyes,
That's when I get that certain feeling,
Culture shock is only certain surprise
I've been prepared for another world,
Next stop is a party girl,
Her gravity is a trashy suction,
And she needs no introduction,
I get lost in a humid space,
If I can just find St. Mark's Place,
Hey, it's all going down tonight,
Junkie chic has earned the right
Summer's late and so am I,
I sweat down to my toes,
New York City unrefined to my too eager pose,
No time here for naiveté,
It drowns in overstimulation,
Kim's Underground and so blasé,
Suggests a well earned reputation
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- Miscellaneous
- Quetzalcoatl
- She Has No Control
- Open Road: The Allied Years (1992–1997)
- Nostalgic for Nothing
- J Church / Storm the Tower - Split EP
- How to Be Punk, Volume 1
- Return of the Read Menace
- The Precession of Simulacra - The Map Preceeds the Territory
- Five Years on the Streets
- Yellow, Blue and Green
- Camels, Spilled Corona and the Sound of Mariachi Bands
- One Mississippi
- The Drama of Alienation
- Mailorder is FUN!
- Arbor Vitae
- The Year of the Rat
- Prophylaxis
- Analysis, Yes, Very Nice
- Society Is a Carnivorous Flower