You got a ticket to my place Short ride on the "L" train Get off between Broadway and main
I'm in a rocket to Russia I'm watchin the Detectives Listen to a record at the end of the world
Don't get me wrong, don't get me wrong We don't belong, we don't belong I'm going to the other side, won't leave no tears behind (all I know) Don't get me wrong
I'd rather shoot the moon and miss Than aim at the gutter and make a hit We gotta get out before they cut us off
Wake in the city, the gangs start to clash Colors on black and white TV