We're From New York

Wife beaters with crop tops

Tall buildings to hop scotch

Give me

A reason to leave

A reason to sleep please

Throw up

Your guts on the pavement

Like angry cavemen

Give in

To fever disease

Show off

Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh

I feel it

I feel it

I feel it in my sleep

The pigs, they want their loser now they're sneering at me

And the children

The children

Are fighting in the streets

But I get it now

I'm starting to see

That it's hotter

And hotter

Thousands agree

It sits inside my stomach -- makes it harder to breathe

And it's starting

And growing

It's growing on me

I get it

We're from New York

Yeah

We're from New York

May my modest home

Ever get to be

In the modern Rome

That wasn't made for me

But that's not what it seems

I'll make a deal with God

On my hands and knees

Coo coo cachoo

That I'll always be

Someone who rents

Like the bobos in SoHo

And hobos in tents

I feel it

I feel it

I feel it in my sleep

The pigs, they want their loser now they're sneering at me

And the children

The children

Are fighting in the streets

But I get it now

I'm starting to see

That it's hotter

And hotter

Thousand degrees

It sits inside my stomach -- makes it harder to breathe

And it's starting

And growing

It's growing on me

I get it now

We're from New York

Yeah

We're from New York