The Vampires Of New York

Come see the vampires of New York [bad word] lose your mind in Central Park
But don't leave your soul behind [bad word] take in 8th street after dark
Such peculiar people you'll remark
You might even see a murder

And all the whores on Bleecker Street
They wear the blissful grin
Caused by the [bad word] they take
To relieve them of their sins

And "oh lord I think she's dying"
I heard somebody say
I think she's dying
And "oh oh lord I think she's dying"

Or maybe she's already dead
And maybe she's gone to Mars
Maybe we could even write
Her epitaph in the stars
It'd say "If you go away from here...
If you go a million miles..." [bad word] downtown to see them go
Into the den of the vampires of New York
But please watch your step
As you're getting off, kids