Lord Won’t You Come Out to New York

Lyrics

Lord, won't you come out to New York? Come to the city of power, the city of pain From Washington Square out to Central Park 5th Avenue stretches out like a golden chain Where night is day and day is night The taxi horns and flashing lights And people rushing everywhere Last night another nameless face died This morning they found her OD in the alleyway Near Avenue C on the east side Where nobody missed her, nobody cried or prayed Where the nightlife is life and death And the hearts are cold as winter's breath Can nothing keep out such despair? And down Park Avenue On the sunny side of New York They sit in their penthouse And eat caviar and read the stock report They'll merchandise you On the sunny side of New York You know that they'll buy you long And then they'll sell you short 'Cause it's dog eat dog and bite your nails And shopping sprees at Bloomingdale's But diamonds can't keep out despair So Lord, won't you come out to New York? Come to the city of power the city of pain Where the rich get richer and pop the corks And the ragged people sleep out in the rain Where everyone is out of sorts And your question gets a sharp retort But have mercy, mercy on us, Lord 'Cause we're New York