Print

The morning is bright As Rapper's Delight Floats up to my room From the street And who would disturb A slumbering world With this late seventies beat? I'm taking my aim From this window pane And I'm turning the gun on myself The Upper West Side Is supposed to be quiet It's supposed to be wealthy and dull So how to explain This thundering pain That's pushing its way through my skull I'm taking a leave Of my senses, you see And I'm turning the gun on myself New York is loud It's wonderfully loud I wouldn't live anywhere else Letras de cancionesBut I need my rest To be at my best Away from the high decibels I'm losing my will I'm shooting to kill And I'm turning the gun on myself I'm losing my will And I'm shooting to kill And I'm turning the gun on myself From Letras Mania