New York Stars Songtext
von Lou Reed

Like a real side empty stock
In our eyeball store
All we got left
A few cataracts and sores
All the faggot mimic machine
All she never had any idea
Mission impossible
All the self-destruct on fear

On a standard New York night
Ghouls go to see their so-called stars
A fairly stupid thing
Pay five bucks for fourth rate imitators

They like new buildings
Square tall and the same
Sorry, Miss Stupid
Didn′t know, you didn't know, it was a game


They say
Hey, I′m so empty
No surface, no depth
Oh, please, can I be you
Your personality's so great

Hey, I'm just moving, moving
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Move, hurry, hurry, hurry, die
It′s getting too crowded here
Help me now
Help your New York stars

Contributions accepted all the same
We need a new people store
Remember, we′re very good at games
Huh

Contributions accepted all the same
It's getting too crowded here
Help your New York star
New York star, ha (New York star, ha)