In New York freedom looks like. Too many choices. In New York I found a friend. To drown out the other voices Voices on a cell phone. Voices from home. Voices of the hard sell. Voices down a
Verse. Took another sip from my ash can. Didn't bother me too much. Spit another tooth in the trash can. Don't bother keepin' touch. When I go out, it ain't gonna hurt at all. Choir angels, euthanasia