Just a tank and a half up I-95
To Bowery Bank where it's half past nine
The Lower East Side rolls out the red carpet
To a castle in the sky
Where the mornings grip a little bit colder, dear
And my microphone blasts a little bolder, dear
And the snow falls danker and darker and dirty
And young blood bleeds a little older, dear
Bowery Bank is burning, burning
And the D-Line is running late
It was half past nine when the gears stopped turning
But Midtown don't have to wait
Bowery Bank is burning, burning
And the D-Line is running late
It was half past nine when the gears stopped turning
But Midtown don't have to wait
I've been bleeding such a smug and bloody smile
From cutting teeth on greasy subway tile while
Painting Grand Street Station red
Let's take off our coats and stay a while
Where the mornings grip a little bit colder, dear
And my microphone blasts a little bolder, dear
And the snow falls danker and darker and dirty
And young blood bleeds a little older, dear
Bowery Bank is burning, burning
And the D-Line is running late
It was half past nine when the gears stopped turning
But Midtown don't have to wait
Bowery Bank is burning, burning
And the D-Line is running late
It was half past nine when the gears stopped turning
But Midtown don't have to wait
Bowery Bank is burning, burning
Bowery Bank is burning, burning
Bowery Bank is burning, burning
Bowery Bank is burning, burning
Bowery Bank is burning, burning
Bowery Bank is burning, burning
Bowery Bank is burning, burning
Bowery Bank is burning, burning
Bowery Bank is burning, burning
And the D-Line is running late
It was half past nine when the gears stopped turning
But Midtown don't have to wait