What New York used to be - The Kills

Coma coma drama come on
Draw it scratch it say it
Say it, make it to the bottom ladder climb it drop an apple
Off the top it stop it
I don't want to eat it
Need it, know it
Force it, feed it
Leave it, be it
Just keep it
In its box

What easy used to be
What love used to be
What drugs used to be
What TV used to be
What music used to be
What luck used to be
What art used to be
What you used to be

Coma coma drama, come on drawl your skin
Your mile longer love song
sure it tells the future
fingers crushed and
run em' under water
Shark infested sea of secrets
In the open fire
Beat it, don't believe it
Just leave it in its box

What easy used to be
What fun used to be
What dreaming used to be
What fame used to be
What the city used to be
What fast used to be
What low used to be
What New York used to be
What New York used to be
What New York used to be
What New York used to be
What New York used to be

Come, come, come on
Come, come, come on


Un petit bijou, cet album (Midnight Boom) des Kills.