The Ballad of the Lower East Side

Things are different today, back in New York I lived down on Third Street way back in the day There were junkies, pimps and whores, hallelujah Now it's squeaky clean, there's no place left to stay Hey! Things are different today, back in New York I lived down on Third Street way back in the day There were junkies, pimps, and whores, hallelujah Now it's squeaky clean, there's no place left to stay I remember well, the streets and all that smell Rats and roaches in my kitchen, oh fucking hell! Landlord at my door, always wanting more Local dealer kept the thugs away Hey! Go It was such a perfect mess, what they call the LES Life was art on every corner, but now there's so much less That's why I find talk is queer, they ask me if I cared Gimmie back that apple in decay! Let's go! Things are different today, back in New York I lived down on Third Street way back in the day There were junkies, pimps and whores, hallelujah Now it's squeaky clean, there's no place left to stay Now it's squeaky clean, there's no place left to play Now it's squeaky clean, there's no place left to stay