N.Y.C. Streets Songtext
von Rebel Meets Rebel

(I thought what was cool was, uh, rockin′ Rita looking for a Dimebag)
(Like people who don't know who you are think it′s some chick lookin' for dope)
(Exactly)
(You know it's all about the lyrics)
(You know what I mean)
(Yeah, man)
(Yeah, I hear ya)
(Here we go)

Cowboy junkies on the radio
Singin′ some ol′ funky tune
Time to change the station
He says, stop the car, let me out

I say, hey dude, what's that all about
The artist formally known as man, that′s insane
"Purple Rain", hey dude, cut me some slack
What's his new name, mmm
Bridge, man

New York City streets, horns blowin′
I don't care, people goin′, God knows where


Freaks on the corner, hair dyed blue
Lookin' at me, but I'm lookin′ at you

I wonder what am I doin′ here
What am I doin' here

Whiskey signs flashin′ in my mind
Time to get loaded and get out of this town

Pantera on the Marquee
Better stay one more day
Iron Maiden, Motörhead
Fuck, heavy metal ain't dead

Hey dude, what′s that you said
Rockin' Rita lookin′ for a Dimebag
What's up with that dude
Ah, turn the music up, turn the music up
Go to the bridge, now

New York City streets, horns blowin'
People goin′ God knows where, I don′t care

Freaks on the corner, hair dyed blue
Lookin' at me, and I′m lookin' at you


What am I doin′ here
God, what am I doin' here
You say your name is

(Hey dude, check it out. I got this tape by some friends of mine, called Punk Jack)
(Ey, good, you gotta hear these guys. They ain′t got no record deal)
(What difference does that make? You don't need a record deal)
(Listen to the music, dude)

(Fuckin' A, dude)