Lyrics - The Vampires Of New York by Marcy Playground

Come see the vampires of
New
York
Come lose your mind in
Central
Park
But don't leave your soul behind
Come 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 drugs 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 deadand maybe she's gone to
Mars
Maybe we could even writeher epitaph in the stars
It'd say "
If you go away from here...
If you go a million miles..."
Come downtown to see them go
Into the den of the vampires of
New
York
But please watch your stepas you're getting off, kids

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