A tank-and-half up I-95
to Bowery Bank where it's half-past-9
where the Lower East Side rolls out the Red Carpet
to our Castle in the Sky
Where the mornings grip a little bit colder, dear
and your young blood clots a little bit older dear
and the snow falls dirty and darker and danker
and my microphone squeals a little bit bolder dear
Bowery Bank is burning burning
and the D-Line is running late
It's half-past-9 and the gears have stopped turning
The Big Ruckus will just have to wait
Bleeding such a smug and bloody smile
from cuttin' teeth on subway tile
painting Grand Street Station red
take off your coat and stay awhile
Where the mornings grip a little bit colder, dear
and your young blood clots a little bit older dear
and the snow falls dirty and darker and danker
and my microphone squeals a little bit bolder dear
Bowery Bank is burning burning
and the D-Line is running late
It's half-past-9 and the gears have stopped turning
The Big Ruckus will just 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
and the D-Line is running late
It's half-past-9 and the gears have stopped turning
The Big Ruckus will just have to wait