Lou Reed - N.Y. Stars Lyrics
The stock is emptyin our eyeball storeAll we got lefta few cataracts and soresThe faggot mimic machinenever had ideasMission impossiblethey self destruct on fearOn a standard New York nightghouls go to see their so called starsA fairly stupid thingto pay 5 bucks for a 4th rate imitatorsThey say, I'm so emptyno surface, no depthOh, please, can I be youyour personality's so greatLike new buildingssquare tall and the sameSorry, Miss Stupiddidn't you know it was a gameI'm just waitingfor them to hurry up and dieIt's really getting to crowed herehelp me New York starsContributions accepted all the sameWe need new people storeremember, we're very good at games