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(nate albert/dicky barrett/bosstones)



Its 4:30 in the morn

Im tattered, tired and torn

Trying to keep up the pace,

This aint my home, this aint my place

The candle keeps on burning

At this point theres no returning

The policy is clear, anything goes when you are here

Almost anything goes

From the nightclubs to the shows

Almost anything goes

From the haircuts to the clothes

Almost anything goes

From your head down to your toes

Almost anything goes,

Does this place ever close?

I wanna wake up in a city

That likes to go to bed

Where they know what time of day it is

But Im stuck here instead

The rules are disregarded

So its time we all got started

Moving at this hyperspeed

This city seems to need

Nice place to visit but I dont wanna die here

I stay on my toes wherever I go by

I was killing all my money,

Spending brain cells just as fast

So Ill grab a taxi cab, head somewhere I can crash

Driver, port authority

Homes my destination

Dont wake me up till were near

Park street station

Theres this electric lure thats sometimes so attractive

But Id rather hang my hat on a hook thats not so active

I was walking on the wild side, I was in that state of mind

The neon lights were bright

But Ill be leaving them behind

Big city of dreams can be a nightmare

A knife, a fork a bottle, a cork Im outta here

(nate albert/dicky barrett/bosstones)



Its 4:30 in the morn

Im tattered, tired and torn

Trying to keep up the pace,

This aint my home, this aint my place

The candle keeps on burning

At this point theres no returning

The policy is clear, anything goes when you are here

Almost anything goes

From the nightclubs to the shows

Almost anything goes

From the haircuts to the clothes

Almost anything goes

From your head down to your toes

Almost anything goes,

Does this place ever close?

I wanna wake up in a city

That likes to go to bed

Where they know what time of day it is

But Im stuck here instead

The rules are disregarded

So its time we all got started

Moving at this hyperspeed

This city seems to need

Nice place to visit but I dont wanna die here

I stay on my toes wherever I go by

I was killing all my money,

Spending brain cells just as fast

So Ill grab a taxi cab, head somewhere I can crash

Driver, port authority

Homes my destination

Dont wake me up till were near

Park street station

Theres this electric lure thats sometimes so attractive

But Id rather hang my hat on a hook thats not so active

I was walking on the wild side, I was in that state of mind

The neon lights were bright

But Ill be leaving them behind

Big city of dreams can be a nightmare

A knife, a fork a bottle, a cork Im outta here

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