Lyrics New York - Drew Sarich

Could you spot me 65 cents?
I′ve gone through all of my pockets
And this cocksucker barman's gonna end me
For the price of my whiskey and coke,

New York City, she′s no fucking joke
New York City, she's no fucking joke

See, I sexed up my resume, and learned every song one could want...
But I still ain't the type.

Couple pounds overweight,
Too plain for the boys wo make heroes outta lookers like you.

New York City′s too good to be true...

But, oh! Ask back in Kansas!
You find the consensus is, I′ve reached the top here!
And though I appear broke and breathless,
I'm young and I′m reckless enough to not know when to stop...

See? My lady, she's pretty.
She talkes like a dream! The epitome of guilty persuasion.
She sais, I can′t home till you finally
Roll up my sleeves, and make good what I spoke.

New York City, she's no fucking joke.

Yeah, I can see you′re uncomfortable...
You stare at the bear you've been drinking and wish you was gone.

Shit, like at Hooters' you′d be free from the loosers like me.
Plugging strangers for kind words and smoke.

New York City she′s no fucking joke.

Oh, you break free from Kansas.
With hard-ons for the countless brass rings on each block here.
And though this bitch will beat you senseless.

I'm destine to win this, and fly...
Just for right now, I′m stuck...
So what's the word on them 65 cents?
Shit, it′s no sweat, my friend...
There's a smile at the end of the bar, maybe "Payday′s the day!"
In New York City, there's always a way!