Текст песни Bowery Blues - Vishal

The story of a man makes me sick
Inside, outside
I don't know why
Something so conditional
And out of
Should hurt me so
I am hurt
I am scared
I want to live
I want to die
I do not know
Where to turn in a book
And when to get out
But no church told me
No guru hollers me
No advice
Just tone of New York
And on the cafeteria we use a saxophone
Oh, dead Ruby
Died of shot
In '32
Sounding like old times
Empty decapitated
Murdered by the club